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been drinking a lot of tea and eating a lot of mandarins and ginger cookies
10.2023 Hamburg
“It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.”
— Anne Sexton, Letter to Lois Ames, 11 Jan. 1969
by joopy
Na Kampě square at dusk, Prague
الليلة اللي ما قبل الزواج المشاعر فيها كثيفة و متعبة
أتذكرك، و أرضى على باقي تفاصيل الحياة
ميل يا غزيل
نسقيك فنجان قهوة.. ميلك ميولة
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
— Charles Bukowski
Rita Silva
قدراتنا محدودة، لا نستطيع بعد، أن نخزن الحميمية في صدورنا، ثم نجترها حين نحتاجها، لم تبنت حولنا هالة كهرومغناطيسية، تصد عنا ضربات الحزن والحنين، لا يمكننا حين نخاف على من نحبهم، أن نتجاوز حدود أدوارنا في المسرحية، ولا نمتلك الشجاعة لنخوض حربا نهائية ضد ما ندعي كراهيته: الثقل، الزيف، الظلم ، أكتافنا مثقلة بخيباتنا الخاصة، على السماء أن تتحمل مسئوليتها الوجودية، أو تدعنا نحوم حول أشجار التفاح للأبد
That feeling of falling in love w life again after a long period on autopilot … absolutely ineffable. These days I try to linger a little while longer in patches of sunlight on cold winter mornings even when I’m on my way to things