Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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If I cannot love you openly like I wish, if I cannot hold your hand when walking Or wrap you in my arms late at night. Then I will love you silently, in my mind and behind closed eyes For there, there is no rejection or heartbreak. And surely it is better to love silently than to not love at all?
—unknown
“Too well tangled”🤍
como se hace la luz dentro del ojo | © víctor m. alonso
“todo se hace en silencio \ como se hace la luz dentro del ojo” [Jaime Sabines]
i hate it here - taylor swift
Do you space out when I think of you? Do your friends go quiet? Does the rain fall slower and your skin goes cold?
Could you remember falling asleep on the phone? Do you open your messages but there’s nothing there? For a split second, do you think of me?
Do you close your eyes and smile?
Do I feel it too?
Bothersome beast, comforting friend
the ache of nostalgia
My heart is not broken, just bruised in the shape of your name.
i think i need to go sit by the ocean and let it consume me
Was your star next to mine ?
I’m still yours.
Who was that silly Chinese philosopher? The one who fell asleep gazing at a butterfly and dreamt that he was a butterfly dreaming that he was a philosopher. And when he woke up, he didn't know if he was a philosopher or a butterfly. What nonsense. This need to differentiate. Why, he was both, of course.
Hiromi Goto, A Chorus of Mushrooms
Argentina
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
What if every time I open our old messages, you opened them too? Could we relive the same moments together once again?
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student