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.
Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
— W.S. Merwin
I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“…we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be. We’ll part in the pitch of longing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you
|Life in the forest|
“There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
— Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War
— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you