No one ever thinks they’re awful, even people who really actually are. It’s some sort of survival mechanism.
There are certain qualities of light that blur the years.
Love is like the lion’s tooth.
Hell is the absence of the people you long for.
What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you’ve lost.
If you are the light, if your enemies are darkness, then there’s nothing that you cannot justify. There’s nothing you can’t survive, because there’s nothing that you will not do.