You’d think the loud and dramatic causes us the most grief but it doesn’t. But too often life crumbles down at the sound of a door being quietly closed behind the sound of a suitcase wheeling away, or of the ragged breathing and the scent of death hanging in the air. Goodbyes that were never said—or said too early. Flowers that were never sent. Letters that were written by a strange, distant hand. Three hours alone with two cold cups of tea and three empty bottles of beer. A silent movie nobody else is watching.
When we’d thought only something big can break us, the tiny, silent things finish the job.
"We’re living in an era where capturing moments using our phones is more important than actually living these moments with whoever is beside us."
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
I have always been told how powerful words can be
and I thought of almost and how powerful it is.
Almost gives us hope
or take away what little hope we have.
Almost died; almost lived.
Almost, but not quite.
I always liked to watch the trees from below
watch how the leaves dances with the wind
and the rays of sunlight that somehow goes through them
It probably explains why it was depressing
seeing those trees down after the storm
I’ve always missed how you used to be there, with me.
But that’s long over. Over, before I knew what was happening.
It isn’t about you anymore.
If I’ve learned anything from video games, it is that when you meet enemies, it means that you’re going in the right direction.
that’s really inspiring
holy fucking shit
"The moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”