This journal is old, and fully of memory. (more than eight years of memory)
We die the way we live.
"To call him an insufferable git would be to insult insufferable gits everywhere."
I think that perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstances and chance. Life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?
To believe that one's actions could please the masses is indeed a notion bound in irony: someone will inevitably find something wrong in almost everything. So do what it is that you do best and remember to have enough tolerance for two.
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, "This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!" Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, "Never have I heard anything more divine"?
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
Only in the deepest mountain can you be naked and warm. -Andy
Your hair. It's everywhere. Screaming infidelities. Taking it's wear.
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"By doing this we'd be compromising the law... and our lives." -Kirsten
"And [Andrew] is already chewing on his palm..." -Cassie
"You have the best mouth juices I have ever tasted." -Andy