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who am I? If I could live without doubt what would I do? If I could be kind without fear of being fucked over? If I could love without fear of being hurt? If I could taste the sweetness of today without thinking if how I will miss that taste tomorrow? If I could not fear the passing of time and the people it will steal? Yes. What would I do? Who would I care for? What battle would I fight? Which paths would I step down? What joys would I allow myself? What internal mysteries would I solve? How, in short, would I live?
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to talk about memories is to live them a little
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Time moves forwards. We have the luxury of time but we still can't reverse it. We can't stop it. We are one way traffic, just the same as all these mayflies.
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I felt so terrified and so in love that I realised they - the terror, the love - were one and the same thing.
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When things get dodgy and I don't like the way they're going, I move into just-for-today mode. [...]. I don't have to do whatever it is forever, I just do it today. It makes even the heaviest shit bearable. But then later when I look back and see just how heavy it was, I exhale.
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