Love says: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying.
Your Solicitous Ellipsis
birds fly when the moon’s high at noon
the sun’s opposing bright already lighting the sky blue
keep your eyes peeled
hold on to the feeling
for as long as it lasts
short lived and last minute
there’s two sides to every story
and to every face
you can’t see me
don’t look now
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
Desire is the memory of pleasure and fear is the memory of pain. Both make the mind restless.
Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.
Utopia (as defined by Webster) : an imaginary place in which the government, laws, and social conditions are perfect
Therefore, a perfect world does not exist.
I’ve had a lot of memories in my life, and sometimes you gotta dump the small ones to make room for the bigger ones; but sometimes, when you try to dump the smaller ones, you think they’re gone but they’re not. They’re sitting there, waiting to pick up exactly where they left off, no matter if their new memories stand in the way or not.