“She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful.”—
“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.”—Anneli Rufus (via ifeelhappiestwhenimasleep)
Tumblr, I want to have a conversation.. a good conversation with maybe promises of ones after? and we can come up with impossible things and talk about photos, authors, artists, travelling.. anything..
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”—John Green (via atomos)
A night that drags on and on with not an end in sight. I want a night that has wine that pours itself into tall goblet glasses. I want the conversations and the wine to just keep pouring out of us, to absorb the liquor and the conversations. come up with at least 100 impossible things. Come up with an entire story line for a book. I want the wine to taste fine and be very deep red in colours. I want the laughs to follow as the fermented grape liquid tastes nicer and nicer. I want us to finally realize we’re drunk as the clock strikes 1am, and the music is a slow jazz. I want to dance and dance, seeing the moon. The dim lights on the street. A cigarette shared between the two. I want to settle down and sleep next to this person, exchanging secrets through drunk lips. The many stories and dreams that they share.