when you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?
“You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.”
“The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond (via mirroir)
overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them
