July 2011
57 posts
“All these traces of his life seemed to seize hold of him and say to him: ‘No,...”
– Levin, Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via creatingaquietmind)
“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a...”
– Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost (via creatingaquietmind)
Routine monotony
So much to say but I can’t seem to say it.
Things feel flat, groundless, plain, and dark.
“Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk...”
– Miranda July
I will be rolling out the carpets, so I can’t say I didn’t try.
