“People Think That Intimacy Is About Sex. But Intimacy Is About Truth. When You Realize You Can Tell

And just like that we never went back to the unused pages from our favourite diaries. They are kept and left.

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.”

— Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition 

i need to CHILL in a BOOK STORE and then CHILL in a CAFE and then CHILL at a MUSEUM and then CHILL at a PARK

“Politeness has become so rare that people mistake it for flirtation.”

— (via psych-facts)

Shoda Koho, Moonlit Sea, c. 1920

the autobiography of red, anne carson // the hours, michael cunningham // autobiography of my hungers, eduardo c. corral // the embrace, ron hicks // to myself, ron hicks // desire, years and years // how to live safely in a science fictional universe, charles yu // birds hover the trampled field, richard siken //  romantic soul, ron hicks // ego, m. roosevelt & mitski

Under the night's blanket,

Smouldering bewitching flames arose from my chest

Dancing with the purple of your dress

The dress you no longer wear

Cause you're long gone

And now I've to dealt with this ghost of the life

With my only reason to survive, your kisses from hell.

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

- Virgil, The Aeneid