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Faaaade into yoooou.
‘Cause in this city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell.
Already missing October.
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Don't forget me.
And you are a gardeenn entwined with all, you are the silennnnce on sacred shoresss.
Gray November, I've been down since last July.
Studying philosophy while listening to Sleep Token. Suddenly, life is worth living again.
“I love mankind, he said, “but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
It took me so much time to take a few pictures of myself and I don't even like them. Okay!
Don't waste your time chasing people who can't translate your soul.
My body has currently more caffeine than water in it.
Being consumed in a relationship is scary, downright terrifying. Watching yourself disappear while you bow down to someone for unrequited love is scary, heartbreaking to think about. But to avoid feeling after a relationship ends, to cut off pieces of yourself and your empathy so you don't feel anything, what a waste.
I look to you and I see nothing.
Love when it gets dark so early. More time for the Moon and I.
I will eat my oatmeal. I will put the raspberries one by one and I will think of you. With each piece I will think of everything you said, everything you chose not to respect. I will put the cinnamon and I will eat it all. It will be very sweet, like you at the beginning. Then I will put my coffee in the moka pot and wait for it to rise. While I wait, I will lean towards the stove to watch it rise and I will think of you. I will drink the coffee without anything else and I will immerse myself in its bitterness, that is what our memory has left me.