I don't know much about the world except that it is backwards and people can be thoughtless. But sometimes, on a really sunny day, when a girl is wearing bracelets and lying in the grass imagining what her life could be, all the lips she could kiss, all the coffee she could drink, all the love she could build, the world glimmers. Underneath the sunlight, reflecting off her skin. It glimmers.
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. — ~ Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via conflictingheart)
When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant. — Lisa Unger (via dangnikki) yep (via noitalosia)