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Give him my piano so he can learn how to play a song for her? Fuck no.
"Who else then? You?"
(after a thought filled pause and a sigh)
"no, ..not me"
"Well why not?!"
"you've shown her enough love for me to have my heart completely broken and detached from you.
i probably saw that for a reason, too."
-eaaq.
One day.
Just for one day,
I would not like to be overwhelmed with the extreme want for love.
Just one fucking day. - EAAQ
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to VĂŠra
.....without....end.....
I don't know where I belong,
or where my safe space is,
or what language I can communicate in. - Elsa Aziz.
You smile at me,
like you always smile at me,
from the side.
And oh, when you smile at me,
how I want to fall into your smile.
Was it meant for me? -Elsa Aziz
You are a painter,
and you want your soulmate to be your canvas.
So, you can paint them all over with kisses.
I cannot be your canvas. - Elsa Aziz.
Something I learned in 2021 -
"It's not me against you,
It's us against a problem."
This changed my entire perspective when it comes to arguments/debates
Cold day
(via)
~This is the cutest thing ever tho~
I see the love blossoming in the way that you look at me, in the words that you speak to me, in the way that you smile at me. I see it all. - Elsa Aziz
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
[text ID: Destiny is a worrying concept. I donât want to be fated, I want to choose. end ID]
"Who knew that loving someone, and having them love you back, would give you such a high." - elsaaziz
"i don't know how long I'll be able to love you, but for now, I know I love you more than anything, more than my sorrows, more than the universe, and more than myself."
-elsaaziz
Gotta bring this backđ
Oh,
how delightful it'd be,
to been the woman in a persian love story.
- Elsa Aziz
WisĹawa Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and StanisĹaw BaraĹczak, from âHard Life with Memoryâ, Map: Collected and Last Poems
the image Mitski created when she said âitâs like a summer shower with every drop of rain singing âi love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love youâ is romantic and surreal and literally made me burst into tears.
âreasons to keep a diary/written record of existence.
credits: 1. anais nin; 2. sophocles; 3. fanny howe; 4. @pigmenting ; 5. louise erdrich; 6. tristine rainer; 7. clarice lispector; 8. sei shonagon; 9. elaine feinstein; 10. susan goldsmith wooldridge.
[ID: Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me - the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every of art.
Elektra: Tell it anyway. / Little words can mean / death or life sometimes.
Proof that you lived is that you kept notebooks.
writing as therapy. writing as healing. writing as discovery. writing as self-love. writing as making sense of the dark. writing as rebirth.
Louise Erdrich / I approach the work as though, in truth, Iâm nothing and the words are everything. Then I write to save my life. If you are a writer, that will be true. Writing has saved my life.
Paul Gauguin, the painter, began his intimate journal with the phrase, âThis is not a book.â He repeated the line frequently throughout the journal to remind himself that writing a diary is not like writing a book or any other form of literature. Gauguin wanted to write his diary as he painted his pictures, dabbing a few experimental colors at first, adding more as his intuition told him, following his fancy, âfollowing the moon,â discovering the pattern from what had occurred by chance.
Write with no strings attached. Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart.
If writing did not exist, what terrible depressions we should suffer from.Â
âWrite something every day,â she said, âeven if itâs only a line, it will protect you.â
A useful daily practice is to sit (or walk) with a notebook and focus on whatâs happening right now, in minute detail. âInside a moment,â Emily Dickinson wrote, âcenturies of June.â End ID]