[seinaet]

[honestautomaticrunaway]

I discovered this album recently. I suppose it is going to be the soundtrack of this fall.

[honestautomaticrunaway]

does each have words that no one else will say??

I haven’t realised how multifaceted my surroundings are, wow

Also I have been discovering so much music lately

[inkflowergarden]

[honestautomaticrunaway]

smoothly sailing through time

[books-n-quotes]

Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via books-n-quotes)

[oldspiritbuns]

[honestautomaticrunaway]

I woke up to the sound of this yesterday morning

What does it remind me of?

[honestautomaticrunaway]

fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo fomo

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am so intensely In My Element whenever I feel melancholic for no reason

[honestautomaticrunaway]

The last couple of days have been filled with calm mist and the sharp spicy scent of pine trees on a cool autumn night. 

Also - I have been working on a letter, a time capsule lately. But how do I wrap up everything I am, how do I weave together my thoughts, and how do I catch all the flighty words about summer and and splendour, and all the things that are lovely, lusious and everylasting?

[honestautomaticrunaway]

I guess this serves as a continuation somehow.

I hope you sense some of the threads that are spun between my thoughts

[books-n-quotes]

Who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via books-n-quotes)

At this point, I don’t even remember that things used to be different

[honestautomaticrunaway]

spaced out

[honestautomaticrunaway]

“Tomorrow let’s go to San Clemente,” I said. “Tomorrow is today,” he replied.

André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

[honestautomaticrunaway]

I’ve been absent on here for a while. I guess I have been stuck facing the dodo’s conudrum. Or stuck listening to The Shins on repeat while trying to figure myself out. Or maybe this song have just been stuck in my head.

Am I damned to fit in, or am I too afraid to drift into the sea of people?

[books-n-quotes]

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via books-n-quotes)