"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via loveage-moondream) already feeling this (via spiritbreather)
(Source: tillthemusicends, via spiritbreather)
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man."
— Heraclitus (via thinksquad)