In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. Don Draper, “The Wheel” (via larmoyante)

Yet are we mindful, though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling, being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing. I mean that the blond absence of any program, except last and always and first to live, makes unimportant what you and I believe; Not for philosophy does this rose give a damn. (While you and I have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with, who cares if some one-eyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with?)

Why then to Hell with that: the other; this, since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid. E.E Cummings   (via tilthe)

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