"Living and dying isn't the real issue. If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world."
táifēng --> typhoon
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “Yeah — fuckin’ peachy. Can’t ya tell?”
Kids. Pestering they may be, but it was a lent ear to forcefully shove her complaints into.
“Who the hell wouldn’t be alright in this shit?” Revy demanded to know, one hand gesticulating and disrupting the gun holster beneath her arm.
“You know just the other day, I couldn’t even get up to get a beer without breakin’ a sweat – now I feel like I’m back up in Manhattan. It’s bullshit, man.”
