She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a ressurection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.

Nunca niegues tu propia experiencia y convicciones por mantener la paz y la calma. —Dag Hammarskjold,

When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.

Not that I’m crazy or any­thing, I just want some proof that death isn’t the end.

Written By Chuck Palahniuk

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