I spend all of my time just thinking about dying. Spent my whole life just thinking about dying. Seems my whole life has just been dead time, but I don’t mind all this death on my mind. No, me and death are getting along just fine. I’m not afraid of taking my last breath, but I’m afraid of leaving nothing here but a mess. No I don’t mind all this death on my mind but if you wanna see tears in my eyes talk to me about being alive.
love is not just a feeling shared between two people, it’s an ongoing action in which both parties continue to participate vigorously. ultimately, it’s the ability to understand each other, to develop trust in each other, and to contribute to each other’s growth without overpowering one another. it is only after the fantasy of perfection is replaced by the concept of “good enough,” that two people can be sufficiently connected to one another without having to share everything.
“There was a knock on our dressing room door. Our manager shouted, ‘Keith! Ron! The Police are here!’ Oh, man, we panicked, flushed everything down the john. Then the door opened and it was Stewart Copeland and Sting.”
-Keith Richards, 1982
“A woman who knows her value will only put up with a man’s nonsense for so long. You either get right or you get left.”
dark is the way things go along in a state of endless low grade misery
nothing going right then the moon comes out and it all turns around
suddenly everything is swell and god is whispering in your ear how terrific you are