'96. I love books, music and Justin Bieber. May the odds be ever in your favor. x

20111125 @ Friday, November 25, 2011
Not going for 2PM concert. Reasons? Who said you need to know?
Friday, November 25, 2011
Nothing? Believe me - he said that. He said it, and I believed it, because didn't I believe every word that he said? Why should I have frowned at that thought, No?
They pushed him through the doors into the room, where they were going to operate on him, Nick said nothing will change, whilst knowing it would.
This is what I unwrapped in the dark corner of his room, surrounded by his scent and his absence.
He lied.
Friday, November 25, 2011


Looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map.
Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?
Just as we take a train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. We cannot get to a star while we are alive any more than we can take the train when we are dead. So to me it seems possible that cholera, tuberculosis and cancer are the celestial means of locomotion. Just as steamboats, buses and railways are the terrestrial means.
To die quietly of old age would be to go there on foot.
-Vincent van Gogh
Life Is Never Easy
Friday, November 25, 2011
People change. All day. Every day. 
They move on with life. With you or without you. 
People you've known your whole life will let you down, leave you behind, or phase you out. 
Sometimes you notice when it's happening. 
Sometimes you don't notice until it's done. 
And all you have left to do is accept it, let it go, and forgive them. 
Cherish the good times you had and recognize what a blessing they were in your life. 
Acknowledge that you needed them then, but maybe someone else needs them now. 
And sometimes that's a hard decision, saying goodbye to friends you've had for a long time. But sometimes that's all you can do. 
Yes, it will hurt. Yes, you might cry. And yes, it will be mandatory to tell yourself you can do it. 
Because life never really is easy when you're fighting it.
The Art Of Breathing
Friday, November 25, 2011



And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough.

And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe in again.

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