I don’t see forever as a gentle, endless continuum. I see it for what it truly is: a gritty compilation of minutes, days, years, wrought with repetition and seeped in tedium. And so when you promise me forever, I cannot fathom why.
”The command, the need, to remember death seems to go with human consciousness. Perhaps because it’s so easy to forget. Especially in a culture that, like ours, wants almost desperately to forget death. We make every effort to hide it from our sight, and when that’s not possible we shift the language…”
Mark Twain (via coyotegold)
I feel guilty that I hate living in the greatest city in the world.
One For Sorrow, C.Barzak (via moonbrains)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Here goes nothing!