please tell me your words are for me only
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
— Anaïs Nin. (via ruineshumaines)
Björk - Aurora Live @ ROH London
(by robotkiss222)
i’m looking for moments of shine
Posted May 21, 2012 at 12:18am
