#so

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair ↗

— Tom Waits

#song-lyrics

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#political-observation #politics #song-lyrics #song-lyrics

Get up, get out, get away from these liars 'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time ↗

— Snow Patrol

#song-lyrics

Little tree filled his lungs with the white airness of the night, as if he were going to fly. The living voice of his parents. Elisha's eyes. These were reasons enough to set off on another adventure. Reasons to be Toby Lolness again. ↗

— Timothée de Fombelle

#elisha #little #living #parents #reasons

Can we swim?" Sky asks, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Did you bring a suit?" Please say no, please say no... "Yeah." Crap. "Great. ↗

— Jolene Perry

#jameson-sky #lol #such-a-guy-thing #lol

Your one fault would be being too nice ↗

— Beast

#song-lyrics

It is a pure soul who can hold true the in­no­cence and time­less­ness of pas­sion in an­oth­er soul. Each un­veil­ing the great­est pieces of the oth­er, locked to­geth­er at the heart for eter­ni­ty ↗

— Christine Zolendz

#love #soul #love

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#love #relationships #romance #seasons #unrequited-love

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

An odd thing about perception is that when we identify some new thing with one or more of our five senses, it is not really, immutably real -- it is a passing will o’ the wisp, an artifact of the senses and the translations of the brain until we get used to it and we give it a home in our hearts ↗

— Nigel Hey

#life-lessons #mind #philosophy #psychology #reality