Anthelios

From walking out, to taking the lift, to sitting in her car as sheets of rain sweep across the windshield, the wipers cutting through, again and again, while we roll out of the basement—I feel it build. A quiet excitement. A curiosity about what comes next. A simple satisfaction in being.

What difference does it make — to know or not? You can’t escape the trepidation either way.

I must force myself to write something here every day, or I’ll slack off forever.

When they bring the news of my death, the peace on my face will tell you the pain I lived with.

all hope is gone

Please someone tell me how to earn money. Its been 37 years and i havent figured it out

...he snapped, “I’m fine!” It was unfair for a sentence so small to carry such heaviness,  to linger for so long,  long after the air that carried it held no trace of it.   Unfair that a heart, having nurtured and protected its innocence through years, be affected by a moment so fleeting.

when you want to be a writer but posting on Tumblr feels like a task 😩

The fear of fall is the fall itself. It’s an affliction like no other. Proof that it was never outside. you carry it within you. It’s an element of design.

Days seem passive. Dead or dying.