and so fucking what. SO FUCKING WHAT. This is it, this is everything, every past and present, every future and seemingly indistinct moment. Everything is instantaneously existing and unfolding. For once I am liberated to exist, to lay and be consumed. I am exploding and succumbing. I am an undulating ocean, waves subsiding into waves, eyes wide open. And how could I ever be ashamed, how could I ever be afraid? There’s nothing else ever than anything I could ever experience. Why would I ever be fucking ashamed of that? Why would I ever be nervous?

At least for now there is no question. There never was. Why did I ever stop to question myself?

"All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal."

— Ernest Hemingway (Midnight in Paris)

(Source: kellymckuntqueen, via sorakeem)