i never thought i’d say death could seem beautiful until now
It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.— “Fragile Things” by Neil Gaiman (via julie911)
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via kahakaiiwi)
Today I saw this graffiti that says “Tudo passa”, which means “Everything passes”. I thought, sadly, “Even you”. And continued my way here. Because that’s what we do. I hope you’re well, Anna.
Indeed, that’s what we do. And sometimes it’s the easiest, and sometimes the hardest thing. It means everything to be understood, thank you Tiemi.