I don't know much about the world except that it is backwards and people can be thoughtless. But sometimes, on a really sunny day, when a girl is wearing bracelets and lying in the grass imagining what her life could be, all the lips she could kiss, all the coffee she could drink, all the love she could build, the world glimmers. Underneath the sunlight, reflecting off her skin. It glimmers.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. — The Little Prince (via fuckyeahyoga)