Juleskies - Jules

Sixteen Miles Out

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami

No man has ever looked at me the way you do. Its not lust. Its not love either. Its beyond human experience, something no one has ever witnessed, so it lacks a name. Its something higher than simple love.

someone said, “the reason you isolate when you’re struggling is because you were left alone as a child to deal with your emotions” and i felt that

Henri Cole, from a poem titled "Twilight," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker

from "The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh" (c. 5-6 September 1889)

All the things that made my life full—sciences, not the least of them—an ever-unfolding journey of discovery where every question opens a new world of answers

my sleep schedule is kinda A JOKE