Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
So long as I get somewhere.
Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
of all the places that my love
longs to call home.
Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 13 (via larmoyante)
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via larmoyante)
Albert Camus, Notebooks (1935-1942)
If one is not enjoying one’s present, there isn’t a great deal to suggest that the future should be any better.
A Single Man
“Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think.
Is it the same with you?”
— Charles Simic, “A Letter”
You touched me
and I burned for Your embrace
Late Have I Loved You —St. Augustine
I want to start writing again. There’s only maybe one person reading this, any thoughts?
a lot of things,
I am afraid of
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.
L.M. Dorsey (via larmoyante)