If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed. You’d be ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via literature)
Χθες στο οmegle γνώρισα ένα παιδί από Θεσσαλονίκη, τον λένε Θοδωρή και σπουδάζει ψυχολογία μάλλον.
Κάντε ριμπλογκ μπας και τον βρω ή με βρει.προβλεπεται να είναι ο έρωτας μου
My whole life I’ve been telling myself, ‘don’t be afraid’. And it is only now that I’m realizing how stupid that is. Don’t be afraid. Like saying, ‘don’t move out of the way when someone tries to punch you’ or ‘don’t flinch at the heat of fire’ or ‘don’t blink’. Don’t be human. I’m afraid and you’re afraid and we’re all always going to be afraid, because that’s the point. What I should be telling myself is ‘be afraid, but do it anyway’. Live anyway.