"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."
— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life."
— Charles Bukowski
"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."
— Neil Gaiman
"When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a person."
"We are all full of ghosts, people and cities we no longer visit but within whom we felt incredibly alive, and there is no reason to pretend they never existed. I wish I could hold those ghosts closer even, telling them that I forgive them for any indiscretion I may have at one point tried to scrub away with a ball of steel wool. Because trying to erase someone completely only makes their presence in your life more pointed — they are an intruder, they are violating your emotional restraining order and reminding you you cannot escape them."
— Chelsea Fagan, How Do You Move On?
Lately, the truth…
Cause I know that time has numbered my days
And I’ll go along with everything you say
But I’ll write home laughing, look at me now
Through the walls of my town, they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know that choices color all I’ve done
But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son
I never lived a year better spent in love
Cause I’ll know my weakness, know my voice
And I’ll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is fast
But I’ll be borne without a mask
"I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing."
— Fernando Pessoa
people always say “never look back”, I say forget that- I want to remember how far I’ve come
- Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
- Aperture: f/10
- Exposure: 1/640th
- Focal Length: 92mm
"I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds — but I think of you always in those intervals."
— Salvador Plascencia