hiddenshores: To feel this new and unnoticed, like walking down an empty street on the morning of the first warm day of the year. Everything is in its place and your heart is like an open window where all the birds fly right in. This was very warming, bringing me a joyful moment. How few carefree days we seem to have; and all the time doors close where before there were windows. I’m...
growing-orbits: You tell me it’s summer, you tell me that there are skies so blue it hurts to look at them. Here it seems like winter still, despite all the annoying blossoms. I feel out of place, I want to rip whatever beat there is left out of my chest. Take it, I don’t need it no more.
Before they shoot, I think of where I am going, Chile, the world’s thinnest...– Naomi Shihab Nye, “The Passport Photo” (via lingeringchai)
She’s got to be a ghost. First of all, she’s just too beautiful.– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore (via i-was-born-backwards)