if there is something you would die for, then you have something to live for.
standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...spent all of my life emptied of anthems, bracing for something that never did come
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map