Justmecrashingout - A Million Miles

I was sixteen when a boy told me- “I’ll cross oceans for you and scream your name from rooftops.” I felt like I finally got a hold of love , nuzzling its scent on my fingertips.

Years in the periphery, we lost sight of eachother or maybe there weren't many rooftops left to shout my name from.

Today, at the dinner table, I saw my husband deliberately taking small bites from his burger while everybody else was hustling to leave the table. I realised I still hadn’t finished my meal. While I cut my steak , his presence loomed beside me- the most blissful silence I have ever been in , the slowest passage of time.

Maybe, love doesn't come from people who can bind the moon to your arms. It is someone who can let go of a few minutes to sit by your side , in a world that doesn't wait.

I would have searched the world to find you and once I found you, I would have moved the earth to keep you, but I never had a plan for losing you.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

The iris are blooming!

Good night my self

The Yerres, Rain (1875) by Gustave Caillebotte

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice (via lunamonchtuna)

the way that the open window at nighttime will generate smells that only existed in a dream from when you were 8