When my grandmother owned a hair salon she had this one client, she was Australian (i might be wrong she couldve been Austrian) if i remember correctly. Anyways, she was a fabulous older woman with bright poofy copper hair and fur coats (faux I’m sure) she has a loud high voice which was slightly raspy and she always brought me cookies.
“But guilt is guilt. It doesn’t go away. It can’t be nullified. It can’t even be fully understood, I’m certain - it’s roots run too deep into private and long-standing karma. About the only thing that saves my neck when I get to feeling this way is that guilt is an imperfect form of knowledge. Just because it isn’t perfect doesn’t mean that it can’t be used. The hard thing to do is to put it to practical use, before it gets around to paralyzing you.”—Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction by J.D. Salinger (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I feel like we’re all wounded and we can carry wounds throughout our lives. It can be small incidents that happen, or the soul you’re born into. I’ve always thought I carried this heartbreak since the day I was born.”—Lykke Li (via modernmethadone.)