Tag Archives: whimsical

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. C. S. Lewis (via wingsforlashes)

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves. Jean-Paul Sartre (via seabois)