“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.
(via minuty)
““I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.””
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A favourite , always !
“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
sky by Vincent Van Gogh
Found your words beautiful !
Thank you.
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Touching your hands make me feel at home and lost at the same time. I will never know which one I like more,which one takes me far away from myself and closer to you.
Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents