Weakness scares the shit out of me! My father was weak, and I’m afraid I’ll be like him! His life didn’t stand for anything and then it was over; so I fight constantly and if I can do it I don’t understand why everyone else can’t do it too!Ned - “The Normal Heart” (via francislare)
I have this tradition. Its something I do now when a friend dies. I save his Rolodex card. What am I supposed to do, throw it away in the trashcan? I won’t do that. No I won’t. It’s too final. Last year I had 5 cards. Now I have 50. A collection of cardboard tombstones bound together with a rubber band. I hate these fucking funerals. I really do. And you know what else I hate. I hate the memorials. That’s our social life now. Going to these things. Nick was a choreographer. I don’t think any of you knew that. He was just starting out he didn’t tell a lot of people. He was waiting to invite you to his debut at Carnegie Hall so we could all be proud of him and shit. But he was so good. He had such promise. We’re losing an entire generation. Young men at the beginning, just gone; choreographers, playwrights, dancers, actors. All those plays that won’t get written now. All those dances never to be danced. In closing I’m just going to say I’m mad. I’m fucking mad. I keep screaming inside why are they letting us die. Why is no one helping us? And here’s the truth. Here’s the answer. They just don’t like us.the normal heart (via alotlikeakindofnostalgia)
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