“There are two kinds of memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open; and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark inner side of your eyelids, the objective, absolute optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors.”—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via pandygonewild)
Lately, I have not felt like Tumbling. I have been so tired between working full-time, taking three classes at the University, and spending weekends with my son. Pretty soon I hope to get at least one day to myself where I have nothing to do and can recharge. That may sound selfish but I am just worn out.
And, the summer semester is going to be even worse, but, we are almost done! Unless I decide on graduate school. Which I am leaning towards…
“When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.”—Anaïs Nin (via serialstranger)
“The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone’s neurosis, and we’d have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads.”—William Styron (via lastellamaris)