"What do I want? What kind of question is that? I want what everybody wants. I want someone who has my back. I want someone’s name to put in the space after “in an emergency please call.” I want someone who will drink the other half of the bottle of wine so I don’t. And someone to make it worth sitting down at an actual table to eat. I want someone who’s dying to get home after a long day because I’m going to be there."
— Claire Cook, Best Staged Plans (via quoted-books)
"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
— Haruki Murakami (via observando)
Ella sabe que le gusta. Él sabe que le gusta. Todos saben que se gustan, todos, menos ellos.
Ive reached a point where days are just a cycle only with a different outcome.
I’ve learn along the way that reality slowly begins to rip apart… the reality that is my mind. All that ever was is now a question of it really happen ?
Its almost like being blacked out… and waking up to another puzzle piece.
all possible emotions that ever existed, now are in the melody of songs being sang but not able to follow the beat.
how does this relate to time ?
in a sense time feels like a curse, the fact its constant and all we can say in the end after a regret is that we must carry on, although deep down something in us tries to find an answer, a way to replicate the past and change the path.
every second turns to long days
every minute evolves to a months
and hours are just another dose to a nameless year.
numbers eventually become forgotten… its just the breath that stays remembered.