This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.

Jess Walters, Beautiful Ruins

Sometimes I feel like my best writing appears in written conversations I have with people I love, both virtual and non-virtual. Maybe it’s a mixture of my mind’s spontaneity at my fingertips and an honest desire to make him/her understand as plainly as possible. Maybe it’s because I can’t use my hands as visuals, which are often kneading invisible conflict or slicing periods of time. It’s probably the latter. Regardless, there is a charm to written conversation that I treasure even though I hate on technology from time to time. 

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar NafisiReading Lolita in Tehran (via cavum)

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