Malcolm and Martin

Goodbye

neverfiction:

Soles. 
I really hope moving ahead is not all there is, because sometimes I run because I really just need to feel my soles, and also because moving ahead is crazy overrated. I stepped up the pace only to be cut by the micro-thorns of an exotic bush, realizing that it does not matter which dress I wear tomorrow. We stay up late to finish our homework and wake up early to do our hair, but life is not the ladder you think it is when you’re young and ambitious. You cannot clamber your way out by physical or social success, because there is an interlocking ring of pain on every rung. And for whatever dumb reason there is never any ice cream. And then you die.  

neverfiction:

Soles. 

I really hope moving ahead is not all there is, because sometimes I run because I really just need to feel my soles, and also because moving ahead is crazy overrated. I stepped up the pace only to be cut by the micro-thorns of an exotic bush, realizing that it does not matter which dress I wear tomorrow. We stay up late to finish our homework and wake up early to do our hair, but life is not the ladder you think it is when you’re young and ambitious. You cannot clamber your way out by physical or social success, because there is an interlocking ring of pain on every rung. And for whatever dumb reason there is never any ice cream. And then you die.