You live but once; you might as well be amusing.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
How do you survive?
You just do.
There is no other choice,
no other viable options.
You throw yourself into it,
and make a mess along the way.
Gain a few too many scars,
break some things,
you find yourself with
a couple of friends
and a few precious tools.
You just have to.
People want to hear songs with the words they’re afraid to say.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
― Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via 5000letters
Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
― George Saunders, The Braindead Megaphone