The human body recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell and bone dies, and is replaced. You are not who you were last November.
The more you know.
“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.” —Jorge Luis Borges (via jacvanek)
“Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.” —Markus Zusak (via jacvanek)