If you’re happy in a dream…does that count? The happiness–does it count?
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody notices, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.
n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
Writing must always have intention because words have power.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
You made me nostalgic
for a love that hasn’t
even happened yet.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
I have came to a state that I don’t miss anyone. I only miss having someone to hug. Someone who would look the stars with me. Someone, anyone.
9:30 pm thoughts
Quando observamos o céu, podemos notar o brilho das estrelas, algumas muito brilhantes, outras mais singelas, mas todas com um brilho especial. Algumas por outro lado, já morreram, porém brilharam tanto durante a vida, que a sua luz continua viajando pelo espaço e iluminando as nossas noites. Assim somos nós, uns fazem história, outros apenas colaboram com o rumo natural das coisas. Não deixe que o seu brilho seja passageiro, faça a diferença.