revisiting veracity

malloreigh:

(girlsmoke:donotsmoke)

not me. i’m so full of joy that i choke on it when it sloshes up the back of my throat. for some reason i imagine joy, as a substance, looking like goldschlager. sure, there are sadnesses. there are always sadnesses. the sadness of knowing that this feeling won’t last forever. the sadness of knowing that some day i’ll have to come back down to earth. the happiness of just simply immersing myself and letting it wash over me and not worrying about how much i’ll feel its absence if it’s ever taken away from me because you know what, sometimes you just have to live in the moment.

Reblogged malloreigh.