kristina. 25. sf bay area. i'm an amalgamation of bryan fuller characters: the quiet and awkward hobbyist, the lost girl who would willingly converse with inanimate objects to seek resolutions, the overly ambitious but ne'er-get-anywhere recluse. at least a toilet seat hasn't fallen on my head.
I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
jeffrey mcdaniel.

mark z. danielewski, house of leaves.

mark z. danielewski, house of leaves.


I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.

emery allen.
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Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.
blaise pascal.

Every time I get a script, it’s a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It’s like falling in love. You can’t give a reason why.

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
jodi picoult, lone wolf.

The best way to predict the future is to create it.
peter drucker.

It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.
annaka silvia.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
rumi.
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People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked.
oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray.