"Man's dearest possession is life and it is given to him to live but once. He must live so as to feel no torturing regrets for years without purpose; so live as not to be seared by the shame of a cowardly and trivial past; so live that dying he can say 'all my life and all my strength were given to the finest cause in all the world - the fight for the liberation of mankind.' "

Indy my Indy

I miss my friend. So bad he feels like my last friend. Like the three lives ahead of me could turn out to be one single lonely memory. Did the only real life I’ll ever have leave with him? Who can touch me and wake something up? Loneliness is contagious and with no one here mine just works that much harder on me. It’s a relentless little bitch and it laughs when I cry. I’m waiting to dance when I’m dead on broken pieces of knick knacks in a field of forever. Food.

listening

When I listen to music it’s because I need it. And I don’t care that it’s just popped up and it’s the next cool thing, or everyone is listening to it. I want to listen to someone who made their music because they needed to as much as I’m needing to listen to it in this moment: The need is the same.

This song right now, it breaks me apart, and I feel fine dying a thousand deaths in a million pieces.