I think we realize a little more something about ourselves each time we extend ourselves to others. It may be at the bus stop, with a smile and a hello. It may be a presentation at work or for school. It may be putting yourself out there to meet someone who lives a thousand miles away.
I am me. I…
"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
— Charles Bukowski (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: clairvoyant---disease, via aaoado)
"With dispassionate despair, with entire disillusionment, I surveyed the dust dance; my life, my friends’ lives, the willow tree by the river — clouds and phantoms made of dust too, of dust that changed, as clouds lose and gain and take gold or red and lose their summits and billow this way and that, mutable, vain. I, carrying my notebooks, making phrases, had recorded merely changes; a shadow, I had been sedulous to take note of shadows. How can I proceed now, I said, without a self, weightless and visionlesss, through a world weightless, without illusion?"
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Added a page for my dumb cellphone pictures, instead of doing homework.
crystallizedmoonlight.tumblr.com/iphonediary
