“I keep that memory somewhere inside me—where it’s safe. I take it out and look at it when I need to. As if it were a photograph.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]
lmfao look at this pic my mum took in vietnam
و ما نحن إلا أرواح عابرة
“We are but souls passing through”.
Jonas Mekas - The Song of Stockholm (1980)
Forgive yourself for all the unhealthy habits you picked up on when you were in survival mode.
John Ford - The Quiet Man (1952)
„the hearts are connected despite the distance“
