|—||Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)|
You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them… If nothing else, you need to remember that. You can’t erase history, or change it. It would be like destroying yourself.
If you found a person…you could just hold them, couldn’t you? You could sit close to them, nestle into them so you could hear the machine of them churning away. You could press your ear against that person’s back, listening to the rhythm of them, knowing that you were both made of the exact same stuff.
|—||Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via vsarashi)|
If there’s anything I’ve learned its to not take anything for granted, love every moment of something, or someone, life moves to fast to not show them how much they mean to you
Vampire Weekend - Everlasting Arms
A horse is just poetry in motion.
GPOYW - The Gillian Welch Edition