“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”
— note to self  (via c0ntemplations)
“Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small, and yet, it is.”
— Cecil Palmer (via nightshadetears)
“You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time.”
— Paul Valery (via likeafieldmouse)
“We drew our heavy revolvers (suddenly in the dream there were revolvers) and exultantly killed the gods.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Ragnarök” (trans. Andrew Hurley)
“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.”
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hellanne)
nevver:

My Memory Translates Everything into Something Else, Sharon Hayes

nevver:

My Memory Translates Everything into Something Else, Sharon Hayes

“and even if the City falls and one of us survives
he will carry the City inside him on the roads of exile
he will be the City”
— Zbigniew Herbert, from “Report from a Besieged City,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz (via proustitute)