On mourning myself
Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz//A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector//angels in the cemetery//Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from ‘Fog Land’, Ingeborg Bachmann//Claude Monet//Night, The City Has Simmered Down, Alexander Blok//Montmartre in the rain, Pierre Bonnard//Sound of the War, Vicente Aleixandre//Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky//The Merry Cemetery, Amrita Sher-Gil//The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath//Sylvia Plath//Weeping Madonna Statue
some soft Janto cuddles : > ( I like to think this is set during serenity, domestic life and all)
Birb
Bağışlayamadığım şeylerin yükü yalnızca benim omuzlarımda sanki. Bir gün bağışlamayı ümit ediyorum. Bir yere varmış gibi hissetmeden eve dönmeyi ümit ediyorum bu yolculuktan, fakat hiçbir yere varmadan eve dönmeyi...
Note to self