amelia, always

a collection of good things.
It’s been so long.

It’s been so long.

It’s my dog. She is beautiful.

It’s my dog. She is beautiful.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via quote-book)

(via nanalew)

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

—Emily Dickinson, “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers” (via larmoyante)

Merry Christmas to all!

Merry Christmas to all!