Tuesday, 23 December 2014

And I had a stupid dream that I could change things but I'm a martyr to even less, I hate the ground that I have walked upon nothing I've done has ever mattered long

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

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