I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.
this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.
-How big is the universe?
-It’s infinite son, it’s an edgeless dark cold empty yet crowded space that goes on forever.