— Juansen Dizon

“Don’t let them cut away your thorns in order to deem you a better rose.”

— heartlines-and-stanzas (via wnq-writers)

“Do you imagine at night someone going to bed the very moment you are going to bed? Turning out the light? And isn’t it so quiet you swear the heart is telepathic. Isn’t it—”

— Beckian Fritz Goldberg, Eros in His Striped Shirt

Grief

I walk ahead silently;

I can hear my shoes;

Clicking as they reach the ground.

Click clack,

Click clack.

I suppose I should be crying

I swear to you I'm trying

But my eyes are fully dry.

There's too much inside of me

But not enough to come out.

“I am not magic enough. I’ve tried, but I’m just flesh, blood yet to spill.”

— Danez Smith, from Short Film

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?”

—

There was only void, and how are you supposed to give form to something that doesn’t exist?

― Haruki Murakami

Somewhere between obsession and destruction, I exist.