|�||Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via larmoyante)|
There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms.
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
We know how the sky looks like. We know how the stars look like. We know how this natural roof over our heads looks like, yet we sometimes find ourselves staring at it for so long, because it is where we turn our heads to catch some air when we are oddly breathing breathlessly, it is where we escape from earth while we are on earth, it is where we search for miracles, and most importantly, it is where our eyes can take a break from every creature on earth and restart the system of the mind. So, yes we know how this natural roof looks like until we look at it again.
2009 Crondo Bubbler
Besides, even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.
|�||"Crank" by Ellen Hopkins (via myinnerthoughtskill)|
At my core, there is love.
|�||Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via bookpillows)|
Millions of people can draw. Art is whether there is a scream in you wanting to get out in a special way.