“It's Taboo To Admit That You're Lonely. You Can Make Jokes About It, Of Course. You Can Tell People

“One day the war will be over, and I can return to my poem.”

𓇼 ⊹ 🥧 . ୨୧

𓇼 ⊹ 🍊 . ୨୧

obsessed with Her.

— March 22, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

My love is the embodiment

Of the silences that brews in

My bosoms, there's a broken

Wall behind the cathedral, I am

The moss growing through the

Cracks, bare bricks, clothed in

Nostalgia, and there's this stream

That flows, my heart beats to it's

Rhymes and my soul sings a hymn

Violins and strings, unhinged, unseen................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 復讐は正義ㅤㅤ░ㅤㅤ𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ ━╋

ㅤ ㅤㅤ 🦇۱ㅤ ㅤ♥︎̼'ㅤ𝔰ㅤㅤ， 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

*slaps Loid like I’m a salesperson showing off a new car*: you can pack so much anxiety into this one man