happy

blowing bubbles and listening to "someone else’s dream"

the symphony was lovely, i’m glad i decided not to go by myself after all.

so many lists, you guys impress me, my plans usually die…good luck ya’ll.

We keep imagining eternity as an idea that cannot be grasped, something vast, vast!  But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, imagine suddenly that there will be one little room there, something like a village bathhouse, covered with soot, with spiders in all the corners, and that’s the whole of eternity.  I sometimes fancy something of the sort.
-Dostoevsky