“ Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.
Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
pieces of me
the world...through my eyes
my life in pictures
a few of my favorite things
being fluid and insane
with so much love
loving LIFE!
Admitting you were wrong and realising it was you that caused alot of things. Takes alot more courage than blaming everything else for your problems
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brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.
my life in pictures
a few of my favorite things
being fluid and insane
with so much love
loving LIFE!
Admitting you were wrong and realising it was you that caused alot of things. Takes alot more courage than blaming everything else for your problems
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