“He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote.”—1984 by George Orwell (via willowtwin)
“… My generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.”—Gabriel Garcia Marquez, “Memories Of My Melancholy Whores” (via nedhepburn)
and see the city. I wanna see the train stations, the streets, all the usually busy places, and run around where everything is closed. I’d think it’d be a really great sight. Damn safety and the inconvenience of getting soaked.
where I look at flights to different places and try to pick out the best times and best prices. Then I start planning mini vacations in my head that have almost no chance of happening. I think of where I’d stay, where I’d go, how the weather might be like, the random things I could see. Though it seems I just get lured into false hope its sort of nice those few moments where there’s still a possibility that I can get out and go away. I’m getting this ache to travel and pretty soon I’m just going to have to do it… I know I’ll always come back though…so for now I got this.