— Albert Camus, The Possessed

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

O DEATHLESS SEA / irene by simon harsent / the invading surf by frederick judd waugh / the mediterranean in the ancient world by fernand braudel (trans. siân reynolds) / stormy sea by ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky / dancing in odessa by ilya kaminsky / i lived the beloved name by odysseus elytis (trans. olga broumas & t. begley) / strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to newtownards, northern ireland by peter morrison /  shipwreck off the cliffs of dover at night with dover castle in the distance by eugène lepoittevin / the odyssey, book 13 by homer (trans. emily wilson) / seebild by ingo kühl

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember.

sue zhao / sexual devotion, nickie zimov / @ seashellronan / nomad, clairo / annihilation, jeff vandermeer / edward scissorhands (1990) / sky vance / dictionary of obscure sorrows / jonny, faye webster / the madman, kahlil gibran / may (2002) / the lonely city, olivia laing / punch and judy, elliott smith

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If you have a bad morning, it does not mean that the rest of the day will be a disaster. If you feel absolutely down in the evening, it does not mean that every little good thing that happened before is erased. Yes, life is a tough battle, but you my love, you are a tough fighter. Through the good and the bad, you hold on as tightly as you can and you make it through. You always make it through. Be proud of yourself. Stop for a second and look how far you have come - look what you have already conquered, darling. Picking yourself up over and over again is the hardest challenge of all but look at you winning. You are so capable. Go you.

going on a girls trip! (me and my earphones to the supermarket)

summer’s almost over so here’s some summer themed drawings~

Li Shangyin, from When Will I be Home? (tr. by Kenneth Rexroth)

“writers & lovers” is killing me