鞠婧祎 — 小城故事
(134 plays)

Balance and Composure — Reflection
(140 plays)
"By now I was so cold
it felt like burning."

— Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay (via violentwavesofemotion)

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It's ok. I won't be long before you're surrounded by lots of people.

Hey, what do you think? If every day rewinds itself, will there suddenly come a day when everything is different? Will we ever encounter a different tomorrow? What kind of scene would that be?
"そ し て 全 て が 夢 だ と 僕 を 笑 っ た 
and then everything became a dream and laughed at me
果 敢 な い 夢 だ と
an empty dream"

— バレッタ- the Gazette   (via invisible-depression)