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“My mind is obscured by the past, as if there is too much to remember. Muted sadness and nostalgia are overwhelming, but it’s always sad because it’s the past. I don’t feel ready to build new memories. I keep going back, like a holiday. There are so many parts and details.”

— Flora Yin-Wong | Liturgy (via abandonarium)

“You’d like to imagine them at sea now, having grown tired of haunting your sleep.”

— Christine Kitano, “Ancestors” from Sky Country (via smokefalls)

“If you open your eyes, night opens its doors of moss, opens the secret kingdom of water that flows from the center of night. If you close them, a river, a sweet and silent current, floods over you within, moves forward, darkens you: night soaks the riverbanks in your soul.”

— Octavio Paz, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; Nocturnal Water. Trans. Eliot Weinberger.

“Death “makes absence just another familiar habit,” writes Llamazares. “Disappearance, however, has no limits.””

— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review

Bhanu Kapil, from The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

"all we are is skin and bone trained to get along" > "from when your brooklyn broke my skin and bone" > "is this the end of all the endings i think my broken bones are mending". THE PIPELINE

I've never heard silence quite this loud.

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

- Homer, The Iliad

*refuses to look at texts* I love conversation and communication

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?”

— Heather Anastasiu, Glitch  (via thequotejournals)

Well, that’s enough internet for me today.

sebastiano ricci/ mary shelley / lisa kleypas / alexandre cabanel / roberto ferri / jeanette winterson / anne sexton / willem de zwart / eliran kantor / jack kerouac

“1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things. 2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same. 3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood. 4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home. 5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave. 6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember. 7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless. 8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth. 9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war. 10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes. 11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents. 12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay. 13. I’m not a dog. 14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong. 15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things. 16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother. 17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot. 18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me. 19. You were too cruel to love for a long time. 20. It just didn’t work out. 21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back. 22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth. 23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home. 24. The women in my family die waiting. 25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you. 26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me. 27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick. 28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.” 29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile. 30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. 31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you. 32. I’m a lover without a lover. 33. I’m lovely and lonely. 34. I belong deeply to myself.”

— Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”

“I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what’s called loving, as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

“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 

“1. In one universe only the two of us can breathe underwater and the bottom of the ocean is where we first said “I love you” 2. In another, time resets and we fall for each other all over again every time 3. We are flowers growing alone on opposite sides of the field but a little girl and her mother pluck us from our homes and put us in a vase where we wilt together 4. Here, the sky changes color and you can touch each other through the wind so every time I feel a breeze on the back of my neck I know it’s your mouth and I smile, you feel the wind whistle through your teeth 5. This universe we were the same age. We learned to drive at the same time and spent hours driving to see each other even just for one night and never minded radio station static or the way your back always starts to ache in the car 6. We grew up together, you lived down the street, running down hills together and holding hands when it snowed. You were there when I turned six. You were there when I turned sixteen. You loved me the whole time. 7. You never kissed that girl, I wasn’t scared of heights. Your parents didn’t fight, I wasn’t so far away. We both got enough sleep. 8. We never screamed “I hate you” at each other that one night when we fought over dinner at your older sister’s house. We never forgot that we loved each other. 9. We could live in outer space. We bought our own star and always took pictures of each other to hang on the walls. You never got tired of me. We could breathe there in a way we never could here 10. You only lived an hour away instead of the other side of the world. I never cried. Neither of us knew what tears tasted like.”

— Things work out for us in every universe but this one (via extrasad)

"That is why I write to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance."

-Paulo Coelho

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."

-Robert Frost

"How many times did I die without noticing?"

~Mahmoud Darwish

"I am out with lanterns, looking for myself."

-Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson

"Society often forgives the criminal; it never forgives the dreamer."

-By Oscar Wilde, THE CRITIC AS ARTIST

"I'll be the fire / So I can light up / An empty room / Just for you"

- Isak Danielson (Light up)

To the night sky that distract me and keep me going through the darkest of nights:

In the dark of the night

with only the untethered moon and I awake

I look up at her in all her glory and wonder what she thinks of me

Does she think I am valiant or a coward to run away from myself?

She is all I can think about at night

I want to drink moonlight and feel her liquid electric love

I watch the moon grow piece by piece night after night

It goes through seven phases to be called full, whole

It makes me think I grow piece by piece as well

Unveiling myself with every passing night under Andromeda

I have to go through seven phases of life before becoming whole as well

Thinking is overrated

Why would you think about things and make yourself mournful?

I feel like a fugitive to my thoughts when I think because my thoughts are far too wide for my tiny empty head

Kiss my forehead and break me free from this rock like the Chained lady

The moonlight kisses my face

Her beauty intoxicates me and I'm bewitched

See the stars surrounding the moon making the sky twinkle?

They are the precious little things in life, your lights

I ask the moon how much longer I can hold on without crumbling

I think the number of stars in the sky is the answer

Count the starts with me while I trace constellations on your arm

So what do I do when the moon falls and the stars dissolve into nothing?

Do I live by the clouds and sunlight outlining them

Making the sky look like heaven in hiding

Or do I slip away with the moon as it disappears meeting the horizon at its end?

The night falls but she waits a little longer

I wonder if that's her way of reassuring me that she'll always be there behind the silver clouds watching

I open my heart everytime I see the moon shine in all her glory

My heart has been torn out and put back together just to get torn again

Yet I stand looking at the star laced sky waiting for it to be fixed or torn again

tear stitch tear stitch tear

It's put together when she's looking over me and gets torn when she's gone again but I will wait right there for her to come back

Forever and always, hers

“and like the

moon, we must

go through

phases of

emptiness to feel

full again.”

"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be."

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan

― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―

The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying …  —

katrien de blauwer  /  edith sitwell  /  e. m. forster  /  anaïs nin  /  virginia woolf  /  h. g. wells

illya kuryakin and napoleon solo being spy boyfriends in the man from uncle