What will we be?’ 'I don’t know. Maybe we’ll just be us.’
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What will we be?’ 'I don’t know. Maybe we’ll just be us.’
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via goodreadss)
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Funny Face | Stanley Donen | 1957
Funny Face | Stanley Donen | 1957
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.
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“I felt I should embrace him and tell him not to suffer; that he wasn’t alone, that I was his friend and we were living on the same planet, at the same time, in the same country; that now the two of us were in the same park, on the same bench; that human beings should talk to each other, be aware of each other, and love each other; that each man who passes by offers us the chance for companionship and warmth; and that some people’s indifference and disdain for others is a sin, the worst of all sins.”
— Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book (trans. David Lauer)
Sometimes I think it would be better if I just cut off all contact with the people I care about—then I wouldn’t have to put myself through these bouts of irrational panic over social situations