“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them.”—Anaïs Nin
Tonight, this visual world you have created, is the place I would like to live.
I usually answer non-anonymous ask privately but I would really want my followers to take a look at your tumblr because I like e-ve-ry single post. Thank you so very much for you message, I couldn’t say anything else but the same about your tumblr except for the fact it’s not night here yet.
what things in life make you happy and what things hurt you?
The weather and seasons makes me happy. Their colours and sound and shapes and purity. As much as people make me happy they hurt me just as much. I couldn’t ever put all my trust, believe and hope in people for the simple reason that they hardly ever last and mother nature does. But I have amazing people in my life and I do trust them with my whole being. But not human beings in general.
My dream last night was like a film. The setting, the script, the actions and just the whole storyline and characters. I was the main character and a guy I do not know but that I saw yesterday on the train platform
I will receive a pair of undies from TENundies for my blog being an inspiration for the designer. I feel so very honoured. And also, those undies are the best basic item to have and with this message I want to thank Daphne Javitch!
I want to make a sincere apology to everyone I haven’t sent a message back. I have been incredibly busy and the people I talk to on here deserve a proper reply because I feel like I really care about them in some way. I just want to say sorry. I haven’t forgotten about you. I hope I will soon have time to write long letters again. Until then: be safe.
“We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.”—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
“When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?”—Oscar Wilde - De Profundis (1897)