that floundering moment when you finish a book and then don’t know how to proceed with your life, because youve spent the past few days inexonerably wrapped up in all the excruciating and exhilarating details someone else’s.
And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back - if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?
Janise. 18. Vancouver
Janise. 18. Vancouver
