I wish I could be delicate
But I yell into whispers,
and wobble uncertaintly on cement.
I am plain, and unideal, and painful,
I despise myself too, dear.
-E.g | 'Delicacy'
If we were to die tomorrow, we would be haunted by the fact that we’re not ready yet. We have put so many things off until tomorrow; and we have so many wrongs we need to make right. That is why we need to get our lives in order today; in case we really do die tomorrow.
-William Chapman (via sensibilitaet