My Sadness Tastes A Lot Like Your Name Tonight.

Under the night's blanket,

Smouldering bewitching flames arose from my chest

Dancing with the purple of your dress

The dress you no longer wear

Cause you're long gone

And now I've to dealt with this ghost of the life

With my only reason to survive, your kisses from hell.

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“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. June 1933

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan

― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―

You look like the killer,I look like the lamb.

Would you kill for me or kill me?

‘where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago’ an autobiography i’ll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.

“Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees ...” ― Stevie Smith

“Please — consider me a dream.”

— Franz Kafka; ‘Once while visiting his friend Max Brod, young Kafka awakened Brod’s father, who was asleep on a couch. Instead of apologizing, Kafka gently montioned him to relax, advanced through the room on tiptoe, and said softly: “Please – consider me a dream.”’ from Franz Kafka (Franz Baumer)

Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.