Cantus (n): a big party where everyone throws beer at each other for no apparent reason and sings Dutch songs very loudly (at Mecc Maastricht)
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Why is it? Why are we all so tongue-tied and spellbound? Why do we perhaps live three streets off and yet never meet? Where is the intimacy? Where is the warmth? I think human beings are fundamentally crashed by a sense of their insignificance. I am perpetually overwhelmed by realizations of this kind. And nothing matters - nothing I say, feel, or think, truly makes a difference.
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
scrapbooking is kinda like crack
best theme song ever.
Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.
— John Eldridge (via alaisiagae)
Portugal was nice, but getting to see my grandma twice in one year was pretty bomb.