December 1, 1928 The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

Fall in love. Maybe it doesn't have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at lam, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell of flowers, the feeling of adrenaline that takes over your whole body and suffocates your lungs with joy, good friends who bring out your best, silence, noise, fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose. Fall in love with life.

– a.s.b

broken glasses and broken hearts are

shattered in the sky, bare and uneven

darkest and coldest every night

my skin still feels the heat of burn

our love begun with tulips and red roses

these days it seems our garden is withered

we promised to protect eachother

now i am blind and everything is blurred.

all my dusks and daws were tears

and i bathed heavily in your thoughts

i was in the delusion of our perfection

little did i know, there were unseen spots

we are the culprit and we did the crime

there is no one else to blame

i did love you with all that I had

and you burned me with your flame

~august.

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

dreaming uncertain things about certain people feels intriguing.

the night sky reminds me of you

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.

i have a monster with me. i have kept the darkness locked inside. the fear of surviving in this world is more deeper than the fear of this monster that lives within me. i am more scared to live than to die. i don't want this monster to leave, it kept me alive. i just wish i could feel alive again and not let it feed on my soul. this world is as cruel from under as beautiful it is from above. let me escape this world and run somewhere where there's no sign of existence of mankind.

~scream of my soul

-august/fictionflaws

Life moves in seasons; we bloom, we wilt, we blossom again. Go unafraid, go fearless, go graceful. Be. Nothing is final. I smile with more ease as I grow old, I love better, I am kinder. Also there is body ache at times, there are strange illnesses sprouting within, but there is grace settling in within me. I am so grateful.

things are getting better. change is scary but not more than staying in the same place forever.

~august/fictionflaws

fall for me.