Breakfast at Tiffany’s, House of Flowers, A Diamond Guitar, Christmas Memories
Finished this in one sitting. It’s really affecting in a quiet, organic way. When she was trying it out with the silk I took a moment to think about March 24th, last year, and the book made my mind a lot more… accessible to try and map out the experience of both the grieving and the grieved. (Not that I could ever truly understand, but I wanted to empathise, not just perplexedly sympathise)
Alright 2012, less time meandering through the internet and more time reading and reflecting, please.
(via tranquillus)
This needs a second reading for me to properly formulate my thoughts. However, wow.