Words to live by
April 27. 12:04pm.
There was never any good old days / They are today, they are tomorrow / It’s a stupid thing we say / Cursing tomorrow with sorrow. - Gogol Bordello
These lyrics have been giving me much thought lately.
All is well in Rome. I have started knitting again. And successfully. Woo! I finished a lot of unfinished projects, which is something I have been trying to apply to the rest of my life too.
