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— Julie Anne Peters, from “By The Time You Read This, I’ll Be Dead.”

“When a toxic person can no longer control you, they will try to control how others see you. This misinformation will feel unfair, but stay above it, trusting that other people will eventually see the truth - just like you did.”

— Unknown

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

“When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.”

— Unknown

“I am still learning.”

— Michelangelo

“Do you want to meet the love of your life? Look in the mirror.”

— Unknown

— Jeremy Radin, from “So I Locked Myself Inside a Star for Twenty Years.”

“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”

— Unknown

AI art and humanity

“The right one for you will move mountains to be with you—he won’t hide behind them.”

— Mandy Hale, The Single Woman

“Nothing is quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart.”

— Unknown

the poetry of brown eyes

There needs to be more poetic descriptions of brown eyes in literature, so I wrote some.

It was as if the stars had lent their light to his eyes, etching their constellations into the rich black-brown and painting a sky of their own inside them.

Their eyes held the hue of tea-stained lace, soft and delicate and rich, a wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of the world.

Her eyes held the nostalgia of summer memories. It was the way they turned into the warmest brown under the sun, like the richest, darkest honey; the way tendrils of amber like the juice of a nectarine streaked their way through, wreathing the pupil in a symphony of golds.

Her eyes were bright and dancing, like the curious ruffled feathers of a sparrow — and as flighty as one, too, darting quickly and nervously away, her gaze fluttering across different spots of the room erratically.

His gaze locked on him, intense and searching. The black, shadowy depths of his eyes shrouded him, leaving him desperately scrabbling for an escape from the dark pull of his stare.

Their eyes had a distinct sense of antiquity to them, the precise hue of a worn, leather-bound book and the faded mahogany of a desk from a time long lost.

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Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”

[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

— Lemony Snicket; The Beatrice Letters

i.

the end of the day like the last stop of a train, the sun too  is on its way out of sight,

past the horizon with its  dusk and all the stars.

ii.

tomorrow is a window onto hope, growing like a flower in soil gently tilled,

like the way you are gentle flow  and ebb, between here and now, there and soon… and in between 

the pages tucked, feather light  the mark you booked — through all the cracks, 

the shimmering edge of everything  disappearing into this… a halo  of softness, what is an angel anyway 

but a disguise… for all the places  you didn’t look, some being  holds the torch quietly… when you don’t. 

— Jeremy Radin, from “So I Locked Myself Inside a Star for Twenty Years.”

— Julie Anne Peters, from “By The Time You Read This, I’ll Be Dead.”

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

{ quotes and paintings @rbcages /Silas Melvin, from "Twenty," Grit/Franz Kafka/ from series end of fucking world on Netflix /Anne sexton a self portrait in letters/Sylvia path/Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit/ R.arnold.}

for my unrequited crush (disguise)

she wakes at dawn when the sky is painted gold, and pink, to dress in drowsiness.

she doesn’t remember when it started, when her cheeks became so pink, when her heart grew unsteady whenever she tried to think, but now instead of colouring them flush, she drains the colours from that blush to keep and hide away lest someone see it and say her thoughts, spill them aloud— no. that couldn’t be allowed.

so now she wakes two hours earlier, when the sky is painted blue, to carve her cheeks and chap her lips and give off less than she might give so no one would see it and then ask how her glow had grown so fast why her heart beat unsteady over something that she wasn’t yet ready to know.

but instead of stifling it, as she wished, the glow grew and she began to know the hurt that followed, the cramps and aches and loving pains that carved out her heart and gleaned her happiness a constant rain.

until when she tried to cover it someone noticed the flush that couldn’t be missed, under her disguise, the hope that grew in her eyes, the stabs of knives in her heart, every  single  time.

she stifled that pain. till it went away, but to this day something faint stays the pink glow that was stolen from the sun the love in which she is the only one.

“Do you want to meet the love of your life? Look in the mirror.”

— Unknown (via stay-close)

“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”

— Lynn Barber (via stay-close)

“I am still learning.”

— Michelangelo (via thoughtkick)

“When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.”

— Unknown (via resqectable)

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via thehopefulquotes)

“When a toxic person can no longer control you, they will try to control how others see you. This misinformation will feel unfair, but stay above it, trusting that other people will eventually see the truth - just like you did.”

— Unknown (via stay-close)

“Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you, not what’s best for somebody else.”

— Unknown (via stay-close)

“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”

— Katie Kacvinsky (via thehopefulquotes)

“The person you will be in 5 years is based on the books you read and the people you surround yourself with today.”

— Unknown (via stay-close)

“It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?”

— Sara Shepard, The Visibles (via resqectable)