Now.

And she chanced upon the fact that this great man, although the figment of another’s imagination, also pulls a bow on his own violin!

I guess I’ve never been able to keep up that badass front.
I just wish I didn’t feel bad.
I mean… even though I didn’t want anything to do with it, it doesn’t make it not-my-fault.

Maybe what they say is true.
maybe I’m too nice.

or is it not nice enough?

dearoldlove:

I think about you way more than I should.

Sometimes I just want to forget that I am myself.
not to mean that I want to be someone else

but more like

to be a nonbeing

not to think about all the people i know

or the things i have to do

or what will come to be

or what has passed

I just want to sit there and forget

and bask in the bliss that is ignorance.

My god, I’ve finally experienced something amazing

something stupendous

something wonderful

going places, doing things, making mistakes

but I’m glad I was there
I’m glad I am here.