I warn you, I'm incredibly weird. I love random things. Especially if those random things are shiny. I'm twenty one and I wish I had a remote control to fast forward and rewind parts of my life. I'm a Jersey kid which means I'm loud, crazy, and slightly a mean driver but my heart belongs to New York. If all this isn't enough for you, I have a facebook. facebook.com/eydman and that's enough about me.. Peace yo.

 

Anna Akhmatova

tripodologia:

Broad and yellow is the evening light,
The coolness of April is dear.
You, of course, are several years late,
Even so, I’m happy you’re here.

Sit close at hand and look at me,
With those eyes, so cheerful and mild:
This blue notebook is full, you see,
Full of poems I wrote as a child.

Forgive me, forgive me, for having grieved
For ignoring the sunlight, too.
And especially for having believed
That so many others were you.

1915

Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.

Salman Rushdie  (via amandaonwriting)