My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hsaptus)
Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence (via hsaptus)
I wouldn’t say only. But a large proportion of the time.
You’re beautiful, I promise.
Oh my God. Je t’aime!
I should leave my house more. But you know…naps. Important matters of state. Such and such suchness. Etc Etc. #CouchPotatoesUnite #BedLoversUnite #NoButSeriouslyThough #WhatTheActualF
I don’t care much for Facebook, but when I do give it the time of day, my timeline rarely (if ever) disappoints me. #Poetry #Beauty #More