“…this solitude which can no longer be erased from your life; which, in everything that is in store for you to experience and to do, will act as an anonymous influence, continuously and gently decisive, rather as the blood of our ancestors incessantly moves in us and combines with our own to form the unique, unrepeatable being that we are at every turning of our life.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
3:20 am • 27 February 2014 • 111 notes
I wonder if I still have this secret admirer
1:49 am • 21 February 2014 • 8 notes
sitting on a couch at my friend’s house in seattle drinking tea after playing tony hawk’s pro skater 3 on nintendo 64 for hours thinking about how I haven’t written a text post in quite some time.
3:22 am • 17 February 2014 • 18 notes