There is a curious paradox that no one can explain. Who understands the secret of the reaping of the grain? Who understands why spring is born out of winter’s laboring pain? Or why we all must die a bit before we grow again? I do not know the answer. I merely know it’s true. I hurt them for that reason, and myself a little bit too.

"There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life." - Alexandre Dumas

Your Existing Situation ( Read more... )

Things are looking up for the first time in a while.

And goddamn, does it feel good.

Oh, adhere to me,
For we are bound by symmetry,
And whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb...

You are the light in my darkest hour.

My last beacon of hope...

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