Maria, Maria darling, all this is a bad dream, from which we will wake up together and forever.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, January 3, 1950 [#112]

He's not pure nor perspicuous, but I'm lending him my hand

Ten thousand people stand alone now
And in the evening the sun sank
Tomorrow it will rise
“Time flies by,” they all sang along
“Time flies by,” they all sang along
“Time flies by,” they all sang along
“Time flies by, by”

Bye

Me being your comfort zone is comforting me as well

I have a huge amount of motherhood

I should stop reading old messages
I should stop bringing the past back
Shall this night help me to move on?

I would sing at your funeral

All those nightmares.. were for absolutely nothing..

My guilt was built on fake memories

You are so good.
So good, you’re always feeling so much, and sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t you? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.

I don't feel safe, I've never did