D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

I pick the violets whose smell the snow has stolen

So many people enter and leave your life
Hundreds of thousands of people
You have to keep the door open so they can come in
But it also means you have to let them go
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close


me - July 2014
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