Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image. Joan Didion, The White Album
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via quotes-shape-us)
We grasp for truth and lose it till it comes to us by love. Madeline L’Engle “Free at Christmas” The Weather of the Heart p.35 (via revnaomiking)
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