{ Amy }:
2/365: I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together
{ Amy }:
3/365: places where the light & rain get in with no regard for your virtues or reputation
{ Amy }:
4/365: there came a moment in the middle of the song when she suddenly felt every heartbeat in the room & after that she never forgot she was part of something much bigger
{ Amy }:
5/365: I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?
{ Amy }:
7/365: I think photographs should be provocative and not tell you what you already know. It takes no great powers or magic to reproduce somebody's face in a photograph. The magic is in seeing people in new ways.
{ Amy }:
9/365: It fits in your hand like water in rain, It unlocks our two different selves and shows we are the same.
{ Amy }:
15/365: There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people.
{ Amy }:
21/365: This hair gathers electrons from the atmosphere & uses it to perpetuate new ideas about hair's role in the history of civilization.
{ Amy }:
23/365: We adore each filthy chore that we determine. So, friends, even though you're vermin, we're a happy working thro-ong!
{ Amy }:
27/365: he followed the sun & she followed the stars & in dreams they listened closely for the beginning of all things, for that was where they knew they'd find each other
{ Amy }:
29/365: I suppose the process of acceptance will pass through the usual four stages: (i) this is worthless nonsense; (ii) this is an interesting, but perverse, point of view; (iii) this is true, but quite unimportant; (iv) I always said so.
