“ There was no heaven here. Eternal life meant waking up as a putrid corpse. ”
There are degrees of freedom. Complete freedom isn't always good, nor is the lack of it always bad.
~ Susan Dennard
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have the rest of eternity to think on it.
We waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something—and someone—worth fighting for.
Curiosity is a strong fire, and once ignited, it is not easily put out.
