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“How many years does it take to forget a minute?”

—

Tired of being an afterthought

A sudden remembrance

Often forgotten, bares no resemblance

To who I want to be

A strong person

Who’s quick on their feet

I know who I am,

And who I am not

And I will not be a fucking afterthought.

Wrote this during my freshman year of college (2019)

“I feel like a girl in a story, human and magical at the same time.”

— Margarita Engle  

“The dawning daybreak strews its roses.”

— Théophile Gautier, from The Cloud; Enamels and Cameos: Poems (tr. by Norman Shapiro), 1852

"Have you been hearing the voices in your head again?"

"Yes."

"And what are they telling you?"

"That I should be writing."

"Is that all?"

"No."

"What else are they telling you?"

"To ignore my work in progress and start working on something new."

Write It

Real world

Your feeble desperate fleeting power has you fooled my love

#notebooks

#journeyofalifetime

“I will […] forget her, and forget everything that is not here.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from She Has Not Come; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)

The best kind of people are the ones who come into your life and make you see the sun where you saw clouds before …

This is girl is the one who inspired me to start writing on Tumblr.

She taught me that we can learn and actually feel that we know someone we never met just from reading their writings. 

It is magnificent how writing is a very strong way of communications between different cultures and various minds.

Some people will think that I’m totally alone and I don’t have anyone to talk to but this is not what’s happening here. Actually I’ve been blessed with 2 persons who helped me to talk more and to express myself more when I lost my language to talk and express my feelings and thoughts.

But I’m here because I want to dig deeper into myself and to leave some writings behind me when I disappear or go away so people can communicate with me like I did with Elissa Lam.

Anthony and Oscar Isaac studied at Julliard and became friends, I would love to see these two work together again on more projects.

“When you are with me, I do not say: here and now we are together. Rather, I say: You and I and eternity, we swim in nowhere.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from When You Are With Me; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)

"The same man who lovingly held me during our vacation and told me he couldn’t imagine his life without me now wanted everyone to believe I was a screaming, crazy shrew who had driven him away."

When life just doesn't make sense.

Story of my life.

i was born in the wrong century. take me to masquerade balls. give me floor length gowns and fleeting eye contact, the air thick with sexual tension. let me fall in love with my enemy and think i’m an absolute idiot for it only to find out they’re in love with me too

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

“I dwell in the shade of my heart and weave a new sky with the silk of poetry.”

— Adonis, from Elegy for the Present Day: IV; Songs of Mihyar the Damascene (tr. by Kareem James Abu-Zeid & Ivan Eubanks)

“I sit at home, not sad, not happy, not myself, or anyone else.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from I Sit at Home; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)

fr. “Selected Poems” by Carol Ann Duffy

Atlantic Ocean. This evening, right now. Very chilly. December 9, 2020

“I am fully aware and in full possession of myself. […] I have no desire to be understood, admired, pitied, or even known;”

— Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; August 6th, 1926

“I had tea. I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”

Route to the end of the world

Ruta 7 Carretera Austral, Patagonia Chilena.

“Why is love at birth so sweet and then so bitter? Is it because it caresses us first to devour us later?”

— siir-poesia ©

By: Milionrazy | milionrazy