Buddha.For.Mary

The things i love. Things i lust. Things i feel.

But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until — later of sooner — perhaps — no, not perhaps — quite certainly: it will come.

— Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man (via heffalumpingaround)