I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, “I would have loved her.”
- Nicole Lyons, Hush
Head empty just Hozier songs, quiet woods, Caravaggio paintings, dark cathedrals, empty streets, Donna Tartt, red wine, overcoats, bitter cold, black coffee.
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
— Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you
it sucks right now for both of us but one day we will be swaying in each other’s arm as the homemade stew we are making for dinner bubbles on the stove, the scent of love and warmth fills our cozy cottage that looks just like something from a fairytale.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
— Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War
“He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”
— Shahrazad al-Khalij
I see many people saying “omg other people my age have kids and I am here with my life in shambles”;
and I think:
There is no one way to be a mushroom. Have you seen how fucked up they are? How god-ignorant and wild? Listen to the mushroom wisdom.
Do whatever stirs your soul.