Sometimes I feel so old and it feels like I’ve been around forever, and then sometimes I feel so young and stupid and scared all the time. I guess I’m just really confused and I don’t really know what I want most of the time. Or maybe all I need to do is just to go on a new adventure. Maybe I just need to disappear for a while and do something new and not think about every stupid little thing all the time.
“If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.”—Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”—Isaac Marion, fromWarm Bodies (via uponswallows)
It was the winter of ‘84, when I fell out the door to greet you, I beseech you don’t forget me when new shining people come along and they raise voices in song. My throat is coated in dust that fell from stars and I must trust that we can still harmonise from fourth to fifth and rise up the scale,…