Why are they?
Because more and more of late it is becoming apparent to me that those things are the point. Not the births, deaths, yes’s and no’s. But the maybe’s… the raised voices or hushed tones. The thoughts you don’t even want to share with yourself. The sudden outbursts… the things not said. The minute decisions. The fleeting moments.
Maybe those things are the point. Because if it is the big things that are pre-orchestrated, and we cannot change them, then who we are and what we are and why we are must be left in the details. And those details… well, they’re up to us.
[Images via Eric T White, This Is The Uniform 002 Collection, Love Magazine, MACxNastyGal]




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