My blog contains a lot of photography, quotes from books I love and things I wrote myself. These are my safe places, these are what saves me.
Bright shades of chaos color my life, and sometimes blind me, but I'm okay with that.
I hide in undiscovered colors and lists of things I'll never do,
mourn lost songs and forgotten smells,
reminisce about the past before I was even born,
escape to a future I'm not sure of.
No,” he said. “My ghosts are not here.”
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via larmoyante)
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via larmoyante)
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