In this convoluted world I find that i’m neither clinically depressed nor...– Lawson 125
I remember how you smiled through the smoke in a crowded little coffeehouse And...– Andria, by La Dispute
The greatest compliment that was ever paid to me was when someone asked me what...– Henry David Thoreau (via dreamingofyesterdays)
But I am greedy for life. I do too much of everything all the time. Suddenly one...– Ian Fleming, From Russia With Love
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.