“Love was not in the wrong place, I was in the wrong place and Love was inside me.”
— it was not Love’s fault: 8:36a.d.
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“Love was not in the wrong place, I was in the wrong place and Love was inside me.”
— it was not Love’s fault: 8:36a.d.
this place is open to you. walk in, stay a while. smell the sweetness of home, the softness of a blanket. roll yourself up in the carpet, and sink, if you must, into the wood grains like oil. let me wash the sheets and open the curtains, let me show you a love deserved.
"You are a museum. Some people will stay away cause they are simply not interested. Some will only explore the first floor because they find the whole thing intimidating. Some will only visit for the temporary exhibit and some will scan all the floors but won't learn any of the context. Only few will spend hours reading into the depths of what's on display and those are the ones who will cherish you."
– Written by "eviewhy" on Instagram
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
—ursula k. le guin
“I am sitting on my bed. A storm is coming, appropriately. A storm is always appropriate.”
— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry written c. December 1919, featured in Diaries, 1910-1923
this place is open to you. walk in, stay a while. smell the sweetness of home, the softness of a blanket. roll yourself up in the carpet, and sink, if you must, into the wood grains like oil. let me wash the sheets and open the curtains, let me show you a love deserved.
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway
You are home to me. Open the valves of your heart. Let me ball myself up like a cherub and sleep there.
forever honeymoon: 1/?
“you are familiar, but not welcome. we were lovers, but never friends.”
— l.b. strange
You are home to me. Open the valves of your heart. Let me ball myself up like a cherub and sleep there.
forever honeymoon: 1/?
“I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met- it may be another hundred years before we meet again.”
— Edith Wharton
Poet Chen Chen in “On Becoming a Pop Star, I Mean, a Poet,” the latest installment of Craft Capsules, a series of craft essays exploring the finer points of writing.Â
“Your heart is a muscle and it must be stretched torn and broken before it gets stronger”
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It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
You're the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.
— Eleanor & Park
“I am softer now, more fragile.
Love turned me into a bird.”
—Revival