"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
— The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde (via veliikaya
Tale as old as time. Song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast.
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."
— I have become rather fearful I suppose.
"I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life."
— Robert Polito, excerpt from “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie” (via lastisle
Real life is really a bitch and a big mess.Ugh.
Perchè la ruota non gira mai per noi? Sempre solo sfiga e brutte cose.
Will things ever change? will things ever get better?
I wish I could escape.