For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the end. But they don’t feel it. Today is what they feel, and when they say ‘When I grow up,’ there is always an edge of disbelief—how could they ever be other than what they are?

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

~ Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via likeafieldmouse)

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I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via writingwillows)

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HI HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GOOD NIGHT KIND LADY

thank you so much for your kindness. :) I’m having a pretty good night. Eating mandarin oranges and cottage cheese.