loveyourchaos:

recklessabandonment:

“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.

I spent my life learning to feel less. 
Every day I felt less. 
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? 
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

~Jonathan Safran Foer