I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
I am afraid of
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.
Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.
I have the french version of the book! I’m trying to improve my french so I read the book as I practice. :)
It means, “I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to acquaint myself with the butterflies.”
It’s my favourite line in the book. :)
That pretty much sums up my lack of inspiration to write and complain about things like I used to back when tumblr was actually worth something.
If you must know, I’ve been spending most of my days in my bed like the lazy butt that I am. Hahaha.