the sloppy duck

I get scared that all the little thoughts and memories and tidbits that make me smile and laugh will be forgotten, and nobody will ever know about them. So I'll put them here. And maybe others can pretend like they get it.

“Do you know I’ve been sitting here thinking to myself that if I didn’t believe in life, if I lost faith in the woman I love, lost faith in order of things, were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and perhaps devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment— still I should want to live and, having once tasted of the cup, I would not turn away from it till I had drained it.”

—   The Brother’s Karamazov- Dostoevksy
  • 17 June 2012
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