i think i’ve decided that i’m ok with losing myself in all of this.. this experience, this whatever-it-is… madness is attractive, and chaos calls me to itself. it’s a part of this season, this crazy time of discovery and adventure. when each day brings the utterly unimaginable, life is never boring.
sometimes i’m beginning to think that my soulmate will be whoever comes along that actually loves me.
Et deux par deux, on avale nos mots.
cœur de pirate - “corbeau”
C’est dur d’oublier ce que l’on connait et ce qui imprègne nos peaux.
How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come down beautifully with all their feet on the ground…I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on the pavement.
The Waves by Virginia Woolf
i would like a vacation from my brain. some time to unexist for awhile.
i am changing:
yes. i can feel it. changing. and i think it’s for the better. it screws with my head sometimes, all this changedness… but i like it.
