there may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke. (vincent van gogh)
there has been so much swirling around in my little world lately that i feel almost like a passenger in my own life — tentatively waiting for whatever’s coming next. at least that’s how it seems. the real truth is that in every moment, i’m fighting to stay above the water, to anticipate the next [...]
you have to pick the places you don’t walk away from. (joan didion)
maybe that it would do me good if i believed there were a god out in the starry firmament but as it is that’s just a lie and i’m here eating up the boredom on an island of cement give me your ecstasy i’ll feel it open window and i’ll steal it baby like it’s [...]
and the sun on your face, i’m freezing that frame. (tori amos)
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