It Must Be September, July Sun Has Disappeared.

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

"But I am homesick for arms that have never held me."

John Doe, from the movie "The Wedding Date"

11.12.24

My days consist of studying for hours, going on walks to clear my head and consuming way too much coffee.

I'm almost never angry but all the hurt I've bottled inside me make me look like I'm someone with rage.

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

why is it green omg

(i suspect it's love)

i catch myself in daydreams

of your arms

where i lay, drunk and warm

and took my favorite grainy picture of you

the frame mostly occupied by

your eyes

containing something knowing of

my awareness growing

like suspicion all day

i couldn't rinse us out

of my mouth in the morning

i think we're on the same page

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

I am far too obsessive for love.