the fish will be the last to discover water.
“dear god,” she prayed,
“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.
let me be gay;
let me be sad.
let me be cold;
let me be warm.
let me be hungry…
have too much to eat. … let me be
permit yourself to flow and overflow.
she was fascinated with
were things of beauty, … beauty & spells.
between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an impenetrable sanctuary. sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. sometimes it takes the shape of love.
:: jonathan safran foer
here i am