Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore
I hope people around me love me enough to do sadaqa jariyah in my name when I die.
-her.written.thoughts
11/08. Got drenched while coming back home
Never loved rain more than today.
Darling wake up, its AUGUST already 💌.
I heard you're growing flowers in your garden.
Glad to know that you finally understood
how to take care of violets
Without tearing them apart.
For it being a month already,
I am slowly forgetting your voice, your touch, your eyes
And every beautiful thing about you
Including your bitter sweet lies.
I can't recall your face
Your memories are blurring out
Still here I am standing in the Dark
Repeatedly cleaving and bleeding my old wounds
It's been one year already.
How I left my scarf in your place deliberately,
Wishing you would come back in my life to return it
You didn't and I realise winter will be bitter this year
-dactylicreveries //
Even death has a heart
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Earphones, music, window seat and boom I am in my main character era
"I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember."
-Dominic Riccitello
-Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds