Wednesday, December 19, 2012

"I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were. Everything in the world. Everything is all mixed up, like it's all mixed up now."

- The Hours

i just keep coming back to The Hours, over and over and over and over and over and over again.

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