The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
— Sarah Williams
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
— Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
“I think the most beautiful things on a human being are their eyes. You can see the age of their soul and the scars of their past. You can see the stars when they’re in love or the darkness of their hate. You can see the truth and the lies in their look, their heartbeat through their pupils and the art in their irises. That’s why you have to pay attention to the eyes of someone. It’s like a mirror of themselves. You can even see yourself if you ever meet a soulmate.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Only reason I haven’t gone insane is because I romanticise everything.
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Head empty just Hozier songs, quiet woods, Caravaggio paintings, dark cathedrals, empty streets, Donna Tartt, red wine, overcoats, bitter cold, black coffee.
𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟸𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you
"You only talk about the moon" I'm sorry, but does it look like there's anything more worthy than her highness?