Epiphany
Life is terrible, terrifying, and unfair. But as humans, we’re so brutally aware of what a miracle it is that we continue existing. Most of us not just exsisting, but living. And that is the inherent, albeit tragic, beauty of the thing.
Life is terrible, terrifying, and unfair. But as humans, we’re so brutally aware of what a miracle it is that we continue existing. Most of us not just exsisting, but living. And that is the inherent, albeit tragic, beauty of the thing.
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.” ― J.D. Salinger.
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This is the one thing I want to be able to say to myself when I die.
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Whenever I wear my Che Guevara shirt, I happen to remove my pants and dance around?
This shit is like my life.
Him-“You have to accept what is.”
Me-“Because you’ve given me no choice! We were supposed to be partners.
Remember? But you decided this on your own. You decided to leave me.”
Him—“Don’t see it that way.”
Me—“Well I have no other way to see it. ‘Cause it’s me who will lose you. And I don’t choose that. I don’t choose that. ”
This is the inherent problem. It’s not like we decided it was over together. You made the choice on your own. And I didn’t choose that. I don’t want that.
I hope I dream about you again. Is that sick?