It was late in September,
you were across the dining table.

The air, as I could vividly remember,
was as dead as the bodies lying
beneath our feet. My eyes were
restless that night. I was seeking
for the smile that first made me fall
in love with you. But that night,
that smile was nowhere to be found.

The dining table felt like an ocean.
And you and I were like foreign lands.
I was like a stargazer.
And you were like a distant star.

All I wanted in that moment was to be
close to you, to be intimate again. But,
all I could do that night
was to stare and stay silent.

It was late in September, but everything
feels like yesterday.

by (j.d.a)

(Source: dearestdaryl, via unlonely)

" I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it at full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be. "
by Roald Dahl, My Uncle Oswald (via carazuri)
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" I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today. "
by Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

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" Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough. "
by Ernest Hemingway (via cosmiclovetsunami)

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