June 2012
1 post
May 2012
18 posts
Kairosclerosis
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a...”
– Ray Bradbury (via pavorst)
April 2012
20 posts
March 2012
16 posts
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via kennedycurse)
