oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I wish I could embrace the girl that I am and love her.
Rudolf Schick (1840–1887)
Lute player at the fountain, in the background cypress in front of an Italian palazzo, before 1887
“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.” ~ Claude Monet
“I love you like a child looking at the stars without being able to touch them.”
— Unknown
Issey Miyake: Utilized Textiles (1984-1987) Designed By: Makiko Minagawa
“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”
— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”
from why be happy when you could be normal by Jeanette winterson