Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
❝ I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense. ❞
❝ And all I loved, I loved alone. ❞
Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)
❝ Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all. ❞
❝ And all I loved, I loved alone. ❞
Diriye Osman,
Fairytales for Lost Children (via
larmoyante)
❝ Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom. ❞