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@ivanymicah
“Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one.”
“It was like I was a part of everything I ever loved...”
“A grey wall now, clawed and bloody. Is there no way out of the mind?”
“In December's slaughterhouse, I'm still standing my ground.”
— Yusef Komunyakaa
“I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright. I go back to December all the time.”
“Oh, this mind, this mind. It's my dark, little prison.”
“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Years
Sunday is my most peaceful day.
— Ivany Micah
The rain pours heavily and it's cold. I think, it's a good time to be dead.
— Ivany Micah
My great misery is this.
I got too much to ask, too much to tell, too much raging thoughts hiding at the back of my mind. I think, most of the time, and I can't write them all.
— Ivany Micah
january | skeletons, 2024
Francisco Domingo Marqués
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
— Haruki Murakami, After the Quake
"I thirst for you. Don't walk away from me. Tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little."
― Maria Casarès to Albert Camus
"I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you."
― Haruki Murakami
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.
i am the menace in my head.
“april blues won’t starve to rest.
what is it about the month of your bloom, wilting you to your last breath?”
for,
my other self.