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Depressing, isn’t it? The idea that we spend the rest of our lives trying to close the wound of our first love with the stitches we take from those that come after.
But a number doesn’t always equal what someone’s learned in life. Age doesn’t always bring wisdom.”
“When you’re taking a picture, you’re choosing what to capture… pain, love, death, life. The decision and degree of which is entirely up to you. You choose what message you want to relate without having to explain anything more than that. Life, people, are layered with stories… but in a photograph the only thing that matters is that moment. There doesn’t need to be anything more than that. There’s a simplicity, a purity to the one moment over the many.”
I throw him another bratty wink, hiding my damage behind a wall made of shine and snark.
The span of any one life is so infinitesimal when compared to the history of the world that I never understood why the hell anyone would live their life in constraint.
Trauma was finicky that way. Right when you thought you had beat it, it reared its head.
want to feel painfully alive for every moment of my time here on earth, because you never know when your time is up. Doesn’t mean I’m in a rush to meet my end though.
I have everything to lose here. All it would take would be one misstep with him, one drop of my guard too low, one crack of my wall in just the right place and I would fall. I know it, can practically see it. And here’s the thing about falling… you always hit the ground at some point.

