– Isak Dinesen (via hocuspicus)
There are still mornings when I wake from dreams of us together as though we never parted.
caeruleas a demandé: I completely feel the same way about becoming more hollow. And I both hate it and love it all at once, because I, like yourself, am happier this way. But it's frustrating, you know? That I can't have happiness and profound thoughts simultaneously.
This is the insightful reply my friend left on that post. I think he’s right, and I think we’re just fine :)
Maybe it’s the inverse… You can look at it this way: you were a lot more hollow before, so it was easier to fill yourself up with words, but, now that you’re happy, something has been poured into you and there’s less room for them.
I don’t understand people who show up to class in sweats just because there’s an exam. I mean, if Marie Antoinette can dress up to her own beheading, I think you can manage a reasonable outfit for midterms.
perhaps I am the product of a fallen world where instant gratification reigns.
– (via jesseekkah)
– Danielle LaPorte (via tealosophic)