MarΓa Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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MarΓa Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
I donβt think itβs a good thing for humans to have this level of access to memories like pictures and videos and conversations from the past that we can look over i think we were meant to forget some things
the american obsession with ur love being Witnessed is so sick like public airport confessions of love and restaurant proposals and everyone clapping when you kiss in movies that is so wrong and disgusting i don't want a love that only feels real when there are witnesses present i want a quiet love i want to be kissed around the corner i want to feel content with my love when i am alone
It's october rn and I have been missing you from many octobers honestly this one is no different, I miss you and I have read you more than my favourite webcomics or any poem from Nikita gill or sylvia plath , I miss my bestfriend and the man I love more than my breath and it breaks my heart how cruel fate is to us ...you know whenever I'm hurt and I'm crying your thoughts pass through my head and I just think that I could have told you this sometimes I just wanna cry while hugging you because life is heavy and it only eased out when you were here, I get happy when you are here and I think we need each other I sometimes think do you cry as well !? Missing me? Wanting to breakdown in my arms about everything that has ever gone wrong ? Would you ever tell me or does your pride get in between that as well !? I told you I was reading " I fell in love with hope" the character neo reminded me of you ,so stubborn and prideful, and like Sam's boyfriend you are always oh so charming even in gut wrenching pain , flirting with me through your eyes , touching me, holding my wrist or my hands softly, making the stars and the sea β΅ jealous of how much more you know about romance than them ... it's truly enviable mo nighean , anyway happy october loveππ₯!
Rainer Maria Rilke, from "The Ninth Elegy," featured in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
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Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "The Melancholy of a Mechagirl," originally published in 2023
Maisie Peters, βThere It Goesβ / art by Otoha Takenami
The audacity of human heart to walk away from something they desperately want
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. iβm not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
The subtle art of being the giver.
If you tell me you like sunflower, I'll give it to you. If you say I have never received surprise parties at birthday, I'll throw you one. If you say you love poems, I'll write one for you. If you never felt the care from your family, I'll care for you. If you love music, I'll sing a song for you.
There's this beauty of giving people what they love or longed for is awfully peaceful.
The sexiest thing a man can do is say your full name in the middle of conversation
Mary Oliver, from "Starlings in Winter"