Any one who says the world is random hasn’t lived long enough to know just how untrue that is
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end
We all have limits. What’s it like when you reach yours?
Restlessness, a vision.
I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?