I am still so naive. I know pretty much what I like and dislike, but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are…
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
1. first off, hats are soooooooo underrated (and i know i’ve said this before but it’s SO true!) and I would like to see more people in hats in america, they’re all over the place in Europe and it looks SOOOO GOOD!
2. Second, can people please organize a dinner like this with me! k THANKS!