You can’t navigate me. I may do mean things, and I may hurt you, and I may run away without your permission, and you may hate me forever, and I know that scares the living shit outta you ‘cause you know I’m the only real thing you got.
—Troy Dyer, Reality Bites
someday. someone good enough will finally get to appreciate you fully and everything that makes you so damn awesome… like peace pictures taken in the airport. your beauty will be secondary to that brilliant, creative, extraordinary mind that ever so complements a body worth a thousand words to honor a lifetime, clear to the end.
—words to remember from a dear friend (to speak honestly)