I’m a writer; I can float for hours on a word like “amethyst” or “broom” or the way so many words sound like what they are: “earth” so firm and basic, “air” so light, like a breath. You can’t imagine them the other way around: She plunged her hands into the rich brown air. Sometimes I think I would like to be a word - not a big important word, like “love” or “truth,” just a small ordinary word, like “orange” or “inkstain” or “so,” a word that people use so often and so unthinkingly that its specialness has all been worn away, like the roughness on a pebble in a creek bed, but that has a solid heft when you pick it up, and if you hold it to the light at just the right angle you can glimpse the spark at its core.
—Katha Pollitt (via reasoningwithdana)

recklessordinary:
Just watched this show and I absolutely love it. One of my favourite scenes from the movie. It just sucks you in and you never want out. For those who have watched it, I believe in the second one too :)
There is a story about the Greek gods. They were bored, so they invented human beings, but they were still bored, so they invented love. Then they weren’t bored any longer, so they decided to try love for themselves. And finally they invented laughter, so they could stand it.
—Harry Stevenson, Feast Of Love (via spinningredballoon)

feastofdan:
Paris - Nice #feastofnice #feastofparis #paris #nice #love #feastoflove #movie #life (Taken with instagram)