some day we will find what we are looking for. or maybe we won't
maybe someday we ill find something much greater than that...
But in the end, we were all just humans..drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness...
i think a lot, but i don't say much..because whatever you say, there is going to be criticism and at a certain point you get tired of hearing that...
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Stephen King, “Joyland”