You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.
I exist in two places,
here and where you are
— Margaret Atwood,
Selected Poems (via
larmoyante)
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.