his face reminds me of everything i fall short of.
i read a beautiful prose in the life of pi today. so eloquent and melancholy:
"without a driver this bus is lost. our lives are over. come aboard if your destination is oblivion–it should be the next stop. we can sit together. you can have the window seat, if you want. but it's a sad view." i love it, it's so beautiful and funny – the best kind of melodrama.
if living here's so damn easy
why does it all feel so hard?
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