At a point I percieved that life is eternal. Oh, my. This is reassuring and exhausting at the same time. That’s when I really understood that I can get away with it for as long as I like. And yet there’s no way i can avoid the things i have to face.
I'm so scared to lose I'd rather not play the game at all.
The wind in your hair, or the width in your wallet?
fat equals flavour.
The ugly can be everywhere.
Even if the coffee is hot, a cup of coffe still armless.
You are always faced with a new (different) experience after (finally) unpacking that last box.
Life is not a game - it's a dance.
Life is pretty but twisted.
Everyone is someone else's weirdo.
Shit happens.