terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 2015

We're nothing more than ripples in the water. One moment we're here, and then we aren't. All that's left are echoes in the distance.

segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2015

We are born, we grow up, we breathe, we eat, we fuck, we drink, we fight, we work, we learn. But we never really learn. And one day we die, and all we do is leave a trail of destruction in our wake. We tear down twice what we try to build. Every time we try to love, we hurt. And everything we try to care, we let down. We struggle to find meaning, but meaningless is always stalking us and eating us from the inside out. This parasitic black hole within us sucks out all the joy of life, and turns everything black. No light escapes. Our only legacy is pain.