I get rather restless at times
Can chalk up many nights
Where sleep avoided me
Add another tick make for tonight
But as my eyes remain closed
And my mind remains open,
A superhighway of ridiculous thought forms
It always comes back to you, though
Not in malice, to say this is your fault
But it opens the doors I’ve tried so hard to lock
I don’t want these doors locked
I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to be restless in bed thinking about you
Because when you were asleep next to me was where I found my peace and rest
why is it that were always told not to get tattoos at a young age because we “will regret it later on” when we are basically told to choose a career path by age 18? i’d rather be 40 years old with a tattoo that meant something to me when i was young than be 40 years old not wanting to get out of bed to go to a job that i hate because i was forced to decide on a career in my teens
THIS ALL FUCKING DAY
I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
-Jack London, “Credo”