(via owsely)
(via owsely)
(via owsely)
(via owsely)
(via 100teacups)
we spend 6 years of our life dreaming.
(via distance-versus-time)
“while we come and go in our native land, we imagine that we are indifferent to these streets, that these windows, roofs, and doors mean nothing to us, that these walls are strangers to us, that these trees are like any other trees, that these houses we never enter are of no use to us, that the pavement where we walk is no more than stone blocks. later, when we are no longer there, we find that these streets are very dear to us, that we miss the roofs, windows, and doors, that the walls are essential to us, that the trees are beloeved, that every day we did enter those houses we never entered, and that we have left something of our affections, our life, and our heart on those paving stones.”
-victor hugo (les miserables)
(Source: jayandsilentbobforever, via distance-versus-time)
