s-t-r-a-n-g-e-r-s

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

In some ways, you know, people that don’t exist are much nicer than people that do. For instance, people that don’t exist are never cross: and they never contradict you: and they never tread on your toes! Oh, they’re ever so much nicer than people that do exist! However, never mind: you can’t help existing, you know: and I dare say you’re just as nice as if you didn’t.

Truth has nothing to do with the number of people it convinces.

Yeah and its over before you know it,
It all goes by so fast
Yeah the bad nights take forever
And the good nights don’t ever seem to last.

goodbye

recurring nightmares
i aint afraid of you anymore.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand—
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said—
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

Rien ne pèse tant que un secret.

You never know what you got yourself into
until the truth gradually unfolds

Dieu de mai être avec vous.

It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines, and sing out loud in the car with the windows open, and wear pink shoes, and stay up all night laughing, and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets, and throw parties, and eat ripe tomatoes, and read books so good they make me jump up and down.

She danced. She sang.
She took. She gave.
She loved.
She created.
She dissented. She enlivened.
She saw. She grew. She sweated.
She changed.
She learned. She laughed.
She shed her skin.
She bled on the pages of her days.
She walked through walls.
She lived with intention.

One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

An apple a day is just plain fallacious.
Feels crappy to be sick

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can.
And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.