And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.
I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.
Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment.
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
― Aldous Huxley (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)