“I Am A Different Person To Different People. Annoying To One. Talented To Another. Quiet To A Few.

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[ text ID: In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. ]

How slow life seems to me,

How violent the hope of love can be.

“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”

— Haruki Murakami

It's not that I desire your return; it is an inevitable longing to engage in conversation once more. I don't know if it is because of my loneliness, or it's my memories which play games with me, perhaps its because back in time when we were kids, maybe we were the sole bearers of understanding the complex notion of love and were outlawed from the company of the world because we understood it.

Jay Vespertine; Wildest Dreams

Swans in art, x

I see that girl in my dreams almost everyday now. She still looks so pretty as if someone tore a star in half and she was born from the light of it. She holds my hand and leads me to a place in our school that only exists in my dream. I can almost sense the nostalgia she is getting from holding my hand.

Jay Vespertine; Wildest Dreams

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