who's to say this is a social scene, anyway?

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

“I know one mustn’t leave a bandage on all one’s life just because it once did some good,”

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”

Just because things could have been different doesn’t mean they would have be better. Remember that.

And you, who cannot keep still, who can never look back, where will you go next? How will I find you? Can you feel the world pull apart, the seams loosen? What, tell me, will keep it whole, if not you? if not me?