“She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.” Hemmingway, in The Sun Also Rises.
trying to figure some shit out. finish songs. practice. i love summer. but a nagging feeling of dread always comes from summers being lonely and bored as child. reading lady in the water, but need more thought provoking lit and experiences. come on world, hand it over!