Some people escape with alcohol, others with cigarettes, or chocolates...me, the mountains.
Good Song: Kings of Convenience - Love is No Big Truth
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.-Woodrow Wilson
That's life. If nothing else, its life. It's real, and sometimes it fuckin' hurts, but it's sort of all we have.
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