“Sometimes I don’t want to talk to anyone, sit in a dark room, stare at the walls in silence, and not think about anything and just have a vacuous space in my brains.”—
(Source: wnq-writers)
Probablemente ella sea de la siguiente manera: Decidida, dedicada; una soñadora que asesina sus sueños con sus ataques de crudo realismo. Amante del constante conocimiento, de las artes y de las cosas simples de la vida. Es de esas que se fascina con la simplicidad de la naturaleza, con el placer de un buen libro, de una taza de café, de una tarde lluviosa, de una noche estrellada. Una buena charla, algo que para ella tiene un valor especial. Interesada en el comportamiento humano, en la música, las letras, en el desarrollo del presente y el olvido del pasado. No está tan segura de lo que le agrada, pero sí de lo que no... Emocionalmente frágil, poco estable para decir normal. Comúnmente es medianamente feliz. Idiomas, una nueva pasión. Música su eterno deseo, explotándolo está, sin embargo, le falta mucho por recorrer. Con un futuro "marcado" sin embargo, todo puede cambiar. El motor de mi existencia es el conocimiento, protectora de los rezagados, amante de las artes, silenciosa... esa soy yo. "Si no estoy aquí, no estoy en ninguna parte; y si no es ahora no es nunca"
“Sometimes I don’t want to talk to anyone, sit in a dark room, stare at the walls in silence, and not think about anything and just have a vacuous space in my brains.”—
(Source: wnq-writers)
“She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness — immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. She addressed her world honestly, albeit hesitant at times, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her.”
-Unknown
(Source: wnq-writers)
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.”— George Orwell (via quotemadness)
(Source: quotemadness)
“I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.”— Reyna Biddy (via quotemadness)
(Source: quotemadness.com)
“To save the world requires faith and courage: faith in reason, and courage to proclaim what reason shows to be true.”— Bertrand Russell (via quotemadness)
(Source: quotemadness.com)