We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (via melancholysprince)
And all who live in corners will come to confer life upon this image, multiplying the shades of being that characterize the corner dweller. For to great dreamers of corners and holes nothing is ever empty, the dialectics of full and empty only correspond to two geometrical non-realities. The function of inhabiting constitutes the link between full and empty. A living creature fills an empty refuge, images inhabit, and all corners are haunted.
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space p 140 (via heteroglossia)
Title: Sun Was High (So Was I) Artist: Best Coast 2,250 plays
Sun Was High (So Was I) - Best Coast
It’s that time of year again
There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.
You’ve lost so much. What if I can’t make up for that?