"Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via observando)
all we ever see of stars are their old photographs
Robert Frost, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”
Submitted by placeforyoutoland.
6am in Nagano… I shot these all within 1 block of each other on the same street while traveling on assignment last month through Japan.
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.
you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.
you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.
it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.
Charles Bukowski, “gamblers all” (via bookshavepores)
"I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and I compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me."
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl. (via brandyalexanders)