“I Am Going To Marry Somebody That Makes Me Feel Like A Poem.”

“I am writing to reach you–even if each word I put down is one word further from where you are.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)

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

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

Oscar Wilde

"death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. you can help me. you can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is"

I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you

I want to run away. Just completely disappear, tell nobody, and become someone entirely new. I can dress in pleated short skirts and blazers, be coy and mysterious enough that everywhere I go people are intrigued and charmed by my mere existence, only to vanish as quickly as I arrived. I want to be known yet unknown. Leave behind my past so I have enough secrets to fuel a thousand rumours about who I am. Maybe that’s good material for being lonely, but is that not how all the best people live and die?

Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

— Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality

— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

— W.S. Merwin

— Mikko Harvey,“For M”