→ it’s a trip how things can be ripped & torn away from you so quickly. one minute everythings great, i’m relaxed and feel fine for once in what seems days now. All those things I was worried about, stressed
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair.
Maybe I’m just in a better mood, but I think I’m starting to come out of this drug induced coma, meaning I think I feel a little bit normal today, whatever that means
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
Real life’s nasty. It’s cruel. It doesn’t care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins
Its a trip how much things have changed. Nothing feels the same anymore, and I realized a lot of this has to do with me. Its like I want to change things, but at the same time I still continue