“I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.
There’s no material as variable as moonlight.
I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking:
Good God! Who have I been last night?”
sad dreams making me impossibly sad
“As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are gone.”
— Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York (via clavicola)
“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.” — Pablo Neruda
oh my god, sydney. just give me a goddamn job that doesn’t involve selling old women clothes.
“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.”— Jean Rhys (via journalofanobody)
“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”—Henri Matisse