I suppose I’ve grown so accustomed to the idea of loss that the idea of death isn’t that terrible after all. Sure, the latter is permanent and physical. The former encompasses that too, but I feel like I’ve lost so many things along the way that it’s easy to just take it in strike and recognize that such things happen, that there’s presumably nothing much one can do to salvage, fix or repair things, to bring something that died - physically or metaphorically - back to life.
So it goes: nothing gold can stay.
RIP, I hope it’s much brighter where you are.
Always been a fan of wacky headgear
How does it sound if we spend the night out?
Some of my favourite people in the world.