Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
Posted on June 01, 2012 with 2,380 notes x reblog this
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
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why did leslie have to die in bridge to tarabithia like really was it necessary
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Poor child, telling everything to a stranger, I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside, I wanted to give him an infinitely long blank book and the rest of time. It wasn’t what I wanted, but if it was necessary, it was worth it, anything would have been. I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.
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this is so sad
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I know it seems like a million years ago we were together, but it wasn’t. Maybe you’re over it, maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you anymore. Maybe it never did but it meant a lot to me. You meant a lot to me. And you still do.
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