Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese
I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
We pretend we don't exist anymore.
We aren't "us" now
Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “Prometheus Unbound”
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The desi urge to start wearing Anklets and make promise bracelets 🤍
I hate you because I love you.
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
"Hope is often just a consoling thought, our naive disclaimer, retracting the possibility of a certain reality that we don't have the power to change."
— Apsara Menaka
Menaka's Choice, Kavita Kané