you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.
“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)
if not, winter by sappho // ampio orizzonte by ettore tito // lesbos by sylvia plath
Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.
― Franz Kafka
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"
“What a strange thing! To be alive beneath cherry blossoms.”
– Kobayashi Issa
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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
“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”
— Holly Black; The Darkest Part of the Forest
I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley