Fernando Pessoa // Franz Kafka
Giovanni Strazza, “The Veiled Virgin”.
This weeks been testing me so here’s a sad clown
Patience is so closely linked with love that if I were to thank someone for loving me, it feels more correct to say “thank you for being patient with me” than simply saying “thank you for loving me” because patience is the root of human love, and the deeper the gratitude goes, the more it touches their heart.
“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’




