"Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and … Read More
"Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up."
-Patti Smith
I collect quotes.
I underline sentences and paragraphs in books.
I use flowers and pencils as bookmarks.
I fall in love with strangers.
I want to take the entire world into me, fold it up, turn it inside out, make it glow.
I want to know everything, experience everything, feel.... everything. Read Less
