It has been exactly three months since my last post. I’m sorry to all the people that have messaged me in the past couple of months and those who have started following my blog recently. I hope I’ll manage to be more active again soon. As of now, I’ll try my best to answer any future messages. Thank you.
01/12/2019
“To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.”— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via yuugao)
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“So many tender and painful, sweet and bitter, emotions crowd in my soul—”— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Mikhail Dostoevsky, c. October 1832
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“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”— Jack Kerouac
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“I had a heart, and you have consumed it.”— Rabia of Basra, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky from “Music; It Acts Like Love,”