this is so fetch.

The rest of your life is a long time, and whether you know it or not, its being shaped right now.

Did you ever wonder what would happen if you weren’t you anymore, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined was wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean, its deep and dark and bigger than all of us and pain is like a thief in the night; quiet, persistent, unfair, diminished by time and faith and love.

”it doesn’t matter how you plan it. it doesn’t matter how you envision it. without even knowing it. sometimes, life has a way of finding you with exactly what you need or exactly who you need.”

”this is what i love, being in the dark. waiting for the smallest moment to reveal itself right before your eyes”

”it’s all about finding magic in unexpected places.”

You ever wonder how long it takes to change your life? What measure of time is enough to be life-altering? Is it four years, like high school? One year? An eight-week rock tour? Can your life change in a month, a week, or a single day? We’re always in a hurry to grow up, to go places, to get ahead. But when you’re young, one hour can change everything.