“You have closed all my paths, you have melted in you all my impulses and all my desires, you have erased for me the rest of the world that is not you; but the insatiable thirst still burns me and the race continues, more dizzy than ever. I want everything from you, and the more I am given, the more I demand with all my strength.”
— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 10, 1950 [#182]
Editor's Letter, Tavi Gevinson / unknown / Lie With Me, Philippe Besson / art, @fanny-hs / Tuesday, Alex Dimitrov / unknown / simone de beauvoir, memoirs of a dutiful daughter / unknown / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / One Tree Hill / august to do list, @thegirlhoodtheory
The world stays the same age, but I'm growing older. I'm older than book protagonists and movie main character i once loved, i no longer look forward my birthday, i outlived all the things i once looked for, I don't even recall why i once wished so badly to be older. I'm rotting.
"when im older" only sounds like a bitter sweet reminder that i haven't been 15 in so long, and that i won't ever be 17 again in this lifetime. I'm no longer a kid nor a teenager.