The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the...– Neil Gaiman’s graduation speech
milksong: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients
Life is the ability to feel so happy, you think your insides are going to...
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...– Sylvia Plath
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.– Rumi
I only do this until I get dizzy & then I lay down...
I was born in a deep forest I wish I could live here all my life I am made...– Korpiklaani
’we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. we grow sometimes in one...– anaïs nin
she waited for the train to pass. then she said, “i sometimes think that...– haruki murakami
No seamos un cuento, seamos una historia. No seamos un tiempo, seamos una...