Dreaming....

Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

— Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman (via seabois)

Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via seabois)

Nostalgia locates desire in the past where it suffers no active conflict and can be yearned toward pleasantly.”
― Robert Hass, Twentieth Century Pleasures: Prose on Poetry

— (via journalofanobody)

Here is dust remembers it was a rose
one time and lay in a woman’s hair.
Here is dust remembers it was a woman
one time and in her hair lay a rose.
Oh things one time dust, what else now is it
you dream and remember of old days?

— Carl Sandburg, Dust (via feralcreature)

(Source: arpeggia)