“I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.”
Jeanette Winterson (via creatingaquietmind)
I miss you in the most beautiful way, in a way that is painful. Like wanting to visit mountains, only you are more than mountains, more than streams and trees and all things wonderful. You are the ache that my heart feels, you are the tremble in my hand. You are the unspoken whisper that lingers in my ear just before I fall asleep. You are poetry and music, you float and dance around me; leaving me in a constant state of thinking about you.
You are the shaky inhale I get when my heart longs for you. You are the tear in my eye that never leaves, only rests on the edges of my eye lashes. You are the silence of a room, when depth and concentration enters, as shallow thoughts flee.
You are an embrace that I long to have, a kiss that I want to experience and a road that I want to travel on.
It is painful, waiting for you, and I miss you; but in the most beautiful way.”
T.B. LaBerge // The Novel of Us (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)
“LOOK AT THE CAT”
me every time there is a cat regardless of the situation (via spockular)
every night we
say “sleep well,
and i think of
how sweet my
be if they were
be an issue.