June 2010
How do we move along when we lose someone? How do we keep going on in everyday life when we know that they aren’t there anymore? Food has no flavor, drinks have no need. Nothing seems the same. Everything is just so wrong.
Beautiful. It is as simple as that. Everything is beautiful in its own way. No exeptions.
Sick and tired of people’s bullshit. I really hope that people will learn to grow up sometime and stop complaining about everything that is wrong with them. Get over it.
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways totally worn out, shouting “Holy shit…what a ride!”
—Hunter S. Thompson
