❝ If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
❝ To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
❝ I love you with such a timid, yet jealous mind.
❝ If a book is well written, I always find it too short.
❝ There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am
Watching her companions as they slept, seeing the shadows of their dreams scurry over their faces, she would feel herself bending under the heaviness of knowing their names. Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
Peter S Beagle - The Last Unicorn
❝ It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.
❝ I exist in two places,
here and where you are
❝ Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain
❝ I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.