Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use rubble of the old to raise up new ones. Some memories are bright glass, blindingly beautiful when they catch the sun, but then there are the darker days, when they reflect only the crumbling walls of their derelict neighbours. Some memories are buried under years of patient construction; their echoing halls may never again be seen or walked down, but still they are the foundations for everything that stands above them.
"Glas told me once that that’s what people are, mostly: memories, the memories in their own heads, and the memories of them in other people’s. And if memories are like a city, and we are our memories, then we are like cities too. I’ve always taken comfort in that.
Into the Wild │ Sean Penn
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.
I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
And you’re just like your father, so you will.
You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.
I’m that girl.
oh God that song is so beautiful
I know I have weekly anecdotes about stuff that happens in my job but this guy came in with these brilliant tattoos all up his arms and I told him that he’d interrupted my singing session and he said he used to sing professionally and so I confiscated his change until he sang for me and he looked at me and said sombrely ‘I promise you, cross my heart, next time I come in I’m going to sing you Wonderwall by Oasis.’ That’s it guys. I’m in love.
Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet’s Balcony, Verona.