-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear
-Colleen Hoover // Reminders of him
— August 3, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
Darling wake up, its AUGUST already 💌.
— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"