there is no perfect working environment. toxicity can be found anywhere. it is just a matter of which one is worth sticking with.
The relationship between a girl and the random shit on her bedside table
now i understand why our parents often told us not grow up too fast. because they are aware of how challenging adult life will be, whereas we were clueless that once we reached adulthood, we would have wished to go back to our childhood.
Virginia Woolf, The Years
“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”
— C.S. Lewis
I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it
Leila Chatti, “Tea”
nights come devoid of the expanse of your silhouette: only the gnawing
winds
that reproach my bones what good is hope before remorse: when you hacked
your tresses before
my lips
could reach your
nape: with our perse detritus scattered i keep you as a divine shrapnel buried
deep in my pith
inferno: oblivious to your momentum swirling with a taste of non-existence
of
reticence
and you said:
there's no reason to obsess over fiery delights as the remoteness of memory
creeps like
bougainville
somewhere the sky is burning with your chrysanthemums and somewhere
it falls
through
my bones without you: without the taste of your tongue: the first light
won't ever make it here
before your urgencies consume
me and
everything that i will ever
touch
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath