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.
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real. — Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via wethinkwedream)