“GO ON”, I whisper as I unfold my hands towards the open sky. A single fuck escapes from my finger, soaring gracefully into the cool air. “YOU’RE FREE NOW”. My last fuck has gone. I have none left to give.
If you love someone, set them free. If they comeback, it means nobody else liked them. Set them free again.
Don’t bother paying a therapist. I’ll tell you what’s wrong with you for free.
“Are you free tomorrow?” “No, I’m expensive.”
“The truth shall set you free.” Unless you’re in a court. Then you should probably shut the fuck up.
I love free speech. I also love ignore, mute and block.
