Dreams are made of lies, but that’s ok.

Because it’s lies we believe in.


“The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons. You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t one.”


Don Draper, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”, Mad Men.

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