"It’s too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it’s the present that’s in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That’s why people often get stuck there."
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense
"My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart."