Once, when I was little, I dropped my shoe into a river. When I tried to get it back, I fell in. I thought I would drown, but the water carried me to shore. It finally came back to me. The river’s name was the kohaku river.
what to do…
“One fine day you decide to talk less and less about the things you care most about, and when you have to say something, it costs you an effort… You’re good and sick of hearing yourself talk…you abridge… You give up… […] You don’t care about being right anymore.”
- Journey to the End of the Night by Louis-Ferdinand Céline (via visualcomplex)
fma week; elrics [day 12]
through the years
A survivor is born.