Taijin Kyofusho

hail nothing, full of nothing, nothing is with thee

[juncst]

[frenchsiren]

[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood. ]

[philoclea]

Shannon Cartier Lucy

[firstfullmoon]

“I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God.”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

[missinyouiskillingme]

“I’m sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it.”

— Heavy (#418: April 21, 2014)

[missinyouiskillingme]

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.

Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

[arifables]

“I was looking for a love unlike my parents’ love or my sister’s love or the love on a foreign kitchen floor. I wanted my own kitchen to keep clean and full of bread and milk and hot sauce and a big clean empty sink where I could wash my dishes. I wanted to forgive my mother and father for their misery and find myself a light man who lived buoyantly and to be both his light and his dark, serious baby.”

— Rebecca Dinerstein, The Sunlit Night (via fragmentarie)

[thejackalhasarrived]

HAPPY TOGETHER (1997), DIR. WONG KAR-WAI

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

[metamorphesque]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Were You Not Always Distracted

[londonfromparis]

“I wanted so badly to talk to you. We’d gone from speaking every day to radio silence. What could I say though? Nothing I wrote felt right. Besides, did you even want to hear from me? Anyways, it felt selfish of me to reach out for my own comfort. All I could do is hold my breath and find my own kind of closure.”

— Will we speak again? // 9.30.2021

[missinyouiskillingme]

„I wanted so badly to talk to you.“

[metamorphesque]

musings on writing

Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook by Vera Pavlova (tr. Steven Seymour), Letters Home by Sylvia Plath, MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood, A Breath of Life by Clarice Lispector, Isak Dinesen quoted by Raymond Carver, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Max Brod by Franz Kafka, Conversations with Kafka by Gustav Janouch, The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

buy me a coffee

[missinyouiskillingme]

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

[soracities]

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[geryone]

Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking, C.T. Salazar

[trees-waiting]

when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better