“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
— Gabriel García Márquez (via strandbooks)

(via postcardsforpoetry)

And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beauty’s heightening

(via morgan-leigh)

Sometimes I just need me some really fantastic choral harmony, you know?

“And she left the sheets to the mercy of the light as she watched Remedios the Beauty waving goodbye in the midst of the flapping sheets that rose up with her, abandoning with her the environment of beetles and dahlias and passing through the air with her as four o’clock in the afternoon came to an end, and they were lost forever with her in the upper atmosphere where not even the highest-flying birds of memory could reach her.”
— Gabriel García Marquéz, One Hundred Years of Solitude