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this blog is my diary it’s my sketchbook it’s stuff on my bedroom wall it’s a pdf it’s an unpublished novel it’s a collage. it’s all of these things
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne, featured in The Selected Letters of John Keats
Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)
You’re opening the door to your home or walking around the farmers market or talking to someone you love on the phone or laughing w friends over dinner or sitting on the couch or looking out the window of a car, an airplane, a living room, and an emotional breakthrough reaches out to you like an eclipse, a subtle shift, a threshold you just passed through without even looking for it
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
i’m realizing that i have so much time. i have time to grow my hair long. i have time to cut it all off and then to grow it back again. i have time to discover new hobbies and give up on things that no longer serve me. i have time to grow and change and travel and change my opinions and live differently than how i am now. i have so much time. take a deep breath and slow down