"Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
— William Shakespeare (via atransitoryfragment)
"A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer."
— Thomas Carlyle, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson, 17 November 1843 (via atransitoryfragment)
"At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart."
— Jonathan Franzen (via atransitoryfragment)
"When I see the blind and wretched state of men, when I survey the whole universe in its deadness, and man left to himself with no light, as though lost in this corner of the universe without knowing who put him there, what he has to do, or what will become of him when he dies, incapable of knowing anything, I am moved to terror, like a man transported in his sleep to some terrifying desert island, who wakes up quite lost, with no means of escape. Then I marvel that so wretched a state does not drive people to despair."
— Blaise Pascal (via atransitoryfragment)
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
— Pablo Nerudo (via atransitoryfragment)
"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today."
— Dale Carnegie
That night in the park
At the summer concert
I was too nervous to touch you
But when the lights went out
And the fireworks went off
And everyone was looking up
We held each other.
My First Date (last summer)
We ended up on top of my house looking up at the sky.
I hadn’t touched anyone since I was a kid, so when he asked me to lay on top of him I was hesitant, but I did. It felt excruciatingly awkward at first, but that feeling quickly faded as I let my whole body relax into his.
It was an amazing feeling, just to be able to touch someone else. It was like a huge weight was lifted in that moment. The anxiety that had crippled me growing up was cured simply, by someone letting me in.