When we’re gone, our stories will be all that’s left.
The future is a lot easier to get to when you’re not doing it on your own.
Why stand? Why sleep, why eat, why even live after all of this s***, Alicia, if it doesn’t mean anything? If we’re out here, we got to make it mean something. That’s what we need. That’s what I need. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.
People, places, you don’t get to hold on to any of that.
None of us has any idea how long we have left in this world. So, if there’s things to say, you should say them.
You never know where help is gonna come from. But we all need it at one time or another.
You can hear that somebody’s gone. You can see it for yourself. And even then, you still can’t believe it. Sometimes you just can’t say goodbye.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.
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The way out is opening the door. To people. To possibility. To the hurt that will happen.
Spaghetti ain’t simple, and it’s usually messy one way or another.
Right is for people who want to feel good about themselves. People who can’t make the hard calls that need to be made.
More things are possible than impossible.
