one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
Klavdij Sluban. Istambul, 1987.
“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”— Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring
