Hannah and 21. Although I fervantly believe that we are constructed out of the words we say and thoughts we share, whenever it comes to defining myself I am always at a complete and utter loss. I like to live in the past or in other people's present. I eat food slowly, and absorb the world in much the same way. Savouring it.
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."
— Roland Barthes
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."
— Roland Barthes
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
N’tima (via cytologic)
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I’ve finished my degree, everyone is revising still, and I feel utterly despondent. Wahh. Help, give me something to do! I’ve already re-read three Austen novels and my eyesight cannot take much more. University has ruined my vision. Second wah!
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Achilles (Troy)
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I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
