emirkay:
We’re all conspirators in a dream with no beginning or end; a nightmare which we don’t even have the chance of being its author.
In the stories of love, endings have to be sad. Or else nothing ever ends.
In a street somewhere, I will be standing under a light pole. A degree of light just enough for all cats to sleep, and for all wounds to wake up. At the end of that street, seconds before sunrise, we will meet; I’m sure.
In a street somewhere, I will be standing under a light pole.
A degree of light just enough for all cats to sleep, and for all wounds to wake up.
At the end of that street, seconds before sunrise, we will meet; I’m sure.
Truth is born of disillusion. The real is born of lack of imagination. The imagining of thought is more precious than the thought itself.
It is difficult to find a remedy for our own sadness, because we are ourselves implicated in it. It is difficult to find a remedy for other people’s sadness because we are prisoners of it.
Happiness writes white; you’ll never see it on the page.
Don’t believe everything you read, or how much your friends pretend they read.
