It was May, a time of lilacs and shooting stars.
She’s lived in my memory for sixty years.
Death steals everything except our stories.
Jim Harrison (via nickmiller)
أستطيع أن أقول أن إحساسي بالحياة يصاحبه دائمًا رفضي للعالم كما أُعطي لي، وعجزي عن الاندماج فيه. إنه ابتعاد عميق الجذور عن كل ماهو مألوف وعادي، ضجرًا يُشبه أن يكون مرَضيًا، ضجرًا من كل ما هو مبتذل.
نيقولاي بيرديائيف (via isolatedsaeed)
She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there’s time to change. #abouttogethitbyacar #nobigdeal #loljk #sanfrancisco
i read because it makes sense in a way that most other things in my life don’t
(Source: neptunes-daughterr)
Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary’ you are. That’s my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. So now you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.
Ray Bradbury (via pavorst)
What have I forgotten this one!
(Source: Spotify)
You’re never too old to go after your dreams, but you’re always too old to wet your bed while you dream.
