(via sandandglass)
"And then I saw him and nothing was ever the same again.
The sky was never the same colour, the moon never the same shape: the air never smelt the same, food never tasted the same. Every word I knew changed its meaning, everything that once was stable and firm became as insubstantial as a puff of wind, and every puff of wind became a solid thing that I could feel and touch."
The sky was never the same colour, the moon never the same shape: the air never smelt the same, food never tasted the same. Every word I knew changed its meaning, everything that once was stable and firm became as insubstantial as a puff of wind, and every puff of wind became a solid thing that I could feel and touch."
— Moab Is My Washpot - Stephen Fry (via thatquote)
Not in the slightest… and right back atcha.
Sometimes when I’m feeling down I remember that Stephen Fry exists and I feel a bit better.
(Source: inebriatedwanderlust)
