Music, books, art, coffee and vinyl; a haiku of my life.
You know that one song in an album you always skip over and then when you decide to listen to it ur like well holy fuck me
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”
The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams (via splitterherzen)
“By Art alone we are able to get outside ourselves, to know what another sees of this universe which for him is not ours, the landscapes of which would remain as unknown to us as those of the moon.”
Marcel Proust (1871–1922, France)