Every championship, by definition, is historic.
I like the idea of characters without shame, who hold nothing back.
Life's too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don't care.
I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.
Everything that we've ever done has led up to this moment, so I presume there's a certain intricacy in that.
There's a lot that's happened in my life that maybe I didn't want to happen, but I suppose it's led me to exactly where I am now.
I’ve always tried to find God in lots of different things, whether that’s been drugs, women, etc, etc… But all those things are tangible and they exist and you can see them and you can feel them. Music doesn’t exist, physically. Yet is commands ever facet of my personality and it has the power to command people how to feel on a physical level, uncontrollably. And I find that so fascinating.
We are born strangers in a strange land, and remain so. Travel simply reminds us of this essential truth. The transmission of a powerful story, one human to another, is an alchemical activity in which we are enlarged and changed.
So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices. " I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.
When you're born, you're pure. Unspoiled and trusting. I believed everything and everyone. Then, I met my parents!
Wickedness is its own punishment.