I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.