He is full of the breath that brings life to empty places
- Everything Beautiful Began After (Simon Van Booy)
After a long time of watching the glittering rooftops and the smoke and the red dragonflies and other things, we had felt something warm and close, and we both probably wanted, half-consciously to preserve that mood in some form.
It was that kind of kiss.
-Norwegian Wood (Haruki Murakami)
I saw a few of these floating around, and I absolutely love this idea. I live in a huge city, so for everyone who reblogs this by January 12, 2013, I will write your URL on a slip of paper and tape it somewhere in public! Then I’ll take a photo of where I put it, post it, and tag it with your URL.