your mind is never tired, your eyes are on fire
nostalgicdreams:(via darkbrowneyes)
it's raining again
i just wanted to cry in the car when i heard you singing and the sun was doing cart wheels down the hills and in between all the trees. i just kept thinking about what it was like being fourteen and the way my thoughts pounded when i was new to everything, and how beautiful the world is right before you actually experience it.
Its all been saved…
with exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?
The most incredible fictional child ever.
-Faubourg Saint-Denis-
Thomas: And one day, you kissed me. Time went by, time flew. And everything seemed so easy, so simple, so free, so new, so unique.
“I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can’t bake any more bread. You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking.
Then it’s like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then. I wondered will there come a time when we won’t be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel?
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
-Jonathan Safran Foer
