kucing oren, miawnya garang
kucing tompok, misainya panjang
kucing putih, bulunya lembut
kucing dijalanan, matanya sayu
sepertinya tidak tahu,
bila lagi makanan diberi manusia yang lalu
Jules of Nature
almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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kucing oren, miawnya garang
kucing tompok, misainya panjang
kucing putih, bulunya lembut
kucing dijalanan, matanya sayu
sepertinya tidak tahu,
bila lagi makanan diberi manusia yang lalu
those nights I spent not able to sleep, are the price I pay for the hearts I’ve wounded.
3 am, I whispered, “I’m sorry.”
4 am, you asked, “for which one?”
6 am, I questioned, “how many hours do I still owe you?”
7 am, your voice faded into murmurs, “until time itself ceased to matter”
Hunter Schafer and Michaela Coel by Inez and Vinoodh for Boy.Brother.Friend Issue 8 Summer 2024
It is a strange feelings, to live in this body when your mind keeps dissociating. You're not yourself. You don't sound like you. You don't smell like you. You're just your name, even sometimes it was heard very distant. You do not bother to look when your name is called--You're just name you thought you remember and don't believe.
This is what I feel for the past months. To the point, I am starting to believe that I simply don't exist. I seem to hit rockbottom. I seem to believe, rock and bottom will be synonym to my life. I do not enjoy my curry maggi when its raining, I enjoy my sleep more than reading, I looking forward to nothingness when sun is sunny in Chinese New Year Holiday. I am 26 and I should be happy.
I wanted to die more than ever, so when the time finally comes, I would appreciate my last breathe. I imagine it to be so heavy, so beautiful, peaceful.
i miss the cats, and maybe your presence. and maybe your good morning kiss, maybe your unfinished coffee drinks. and maybe your piles of clothes. and maybe your snore (i doubt it) and maybe our usuals tomyam place. and maybe the time we spend so much to find whos at fault?
did i say sorry too much or too little?
did you forgive so fast but never let me forget?
did we ever become us?
empat tahun 3 bulan yang sekarang, aku khabarkan aku percaya— menjadi satu itu tidak perlu bedua.
19 September 2023
Jennifer Saunders, from “Wait a Second, Let Me Write It Down”
qiu tian for september 2o21 issue of wallpaper china, ph. wang ziqian .
Ongaku to Hito June 1996
Kahimi Karie
glass of water
talking to you, was like having a glass of water pressed over a pile of papers, while it does do the job from getting the papers fly away— the possibilities for the glass to trip over and drench the sets of paper underneath it, aroused me. unconsciously, i want the papers to be wet, i want all of my works gone, and later tell myself, it was all worth it—I want you to notice that I was nervous, my words are slipping away.
Tue, 25th of October in Arau.
“Someone somewhere is searching for you in every person they meet.”
— Unknown
On the Count of Three (2021) dir. Jerrod Carmichael
Tokyo.sora (Hiroshi Ishikawa, 2002)
Sam see you.
Ibu kabo, harus sayang semua,
Kucing, makcik buta jual tisu, apa sahaja di atas dunia
Bila ibu tinggalkan semua, termasuk saya
Saya belajar untuk sayang semua—
Kucing, makcik buta jual tisu, apa sahaja di atas dunia
Dan yang tiada—
Ibu.
Alfatihah buat arwah onyang yang sudah 4 tahun pergi meninggalkan kami. Boy rindu onyang <3
萩原 卓哉/Hagihara Takuya
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