No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
—
Antonio Machado
(via moreofamore)
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I’m afraid to sleep. It’s a form of death.
— Edith Piaf (via misswallflower)
The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.
