“Imagine one selected day struck out of your life, and think how different its course would have been. Think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day.” ~ Book: Great Expectations
“so i don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memory i’m not the girl i ought to be. but maybe when you tell your friends you can tell them what you saw in me, and not how i turned out to be”
The world tells me I’m physically an adult but that’s not how I see myself. They say this is our youth. Youth, the green spring of one’s life. As if. Spring is only green at a distance.
