my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween
In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else’s dream.
Fernando Pessoa (via writingquotes)
The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little to me.
John Zabat-Zinn (via psych-facts)