Growing up hit me hard when I looked down at my hands, expecting the pudgy smoothness of youth, but instead saw veins protruding like rivers and knuckles like mountains and I knew it would all pass away much sooner than I thought.
How to cope
◄ Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less. -Maya Angelou, you will be missed. (via inthepalmofme)
◄ When people stop writing, it’s one of two things - they are either really fucking happy or broken beyond repair. -Ming D. Liu (via xcalm)