When I Was Younger, I Used To Think True Love Was Tumultuous And Intense. But Now, I Feel Like Real Love

people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf and when a stranger offers you a piece of watermelon in the park and when a stranger wishes you happy birthday because you’re holding a balloon.. maybe we are worth saving

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

|Life in the forest|

“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”

— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)

“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.”

— Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love

"You only talk about the moon" I'm sorry, but does it look like there's anything more worthy than her highness?

not to be all [i love you till my breathing stops i love you till you call the cops on me] [it’s rotten work not to me not if it’s you] [i can take care of myself just fine. no. what do you mean no? no] [one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i’m on baby] [i will do anything whatever she wants] [is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?] [you want to die for love you always have] [love for you is not like the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying] but i want a love full of devotion

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

— Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality

People my age are out, flirting, parting, having fun with friends.. I’m in my room looking at the ceiling while listening to soft music, considering my life all night long

-I’m gonna regret this when I’m older

“…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)