Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via observando)
i’m pretty sure one of the most rewarding parts about reading is when the book is able to metaphorically smash you over the head with a brick, tossle you about in a hurricane of feeling, eviscerate your face and by the end you want to coddle it and say that you love it like a baby
Artist: Beach House
Track Name: "Myth"
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Of what you do to me
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via larmoyante)