[luthienne]

Elena Ferrante, from Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein)

[Text ID: she wanted everything and pretended to want nothing.]

[yms1]

I hope moms live forever.

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mahmoud Darwish

[20o1-deactivated20240129-deacti]

February will be filled with positivity.

February will be filled with love.

February will be filled with trust.

February will be filled with kindness.

February will be filled with miracles.

February will be filled with hope.

February will be filled with new beginnings.

[sylviaplathquotes]

“There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.” - Sylvia Plath

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Le jour se lève (Marcel Carné, 1939)

[remindie]

[thoughtkick]

“I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had.”

— Miranda July

[journeythelearner]

Mood for eternity

[soracities]

Tishani Doshi, from “Love Poem”, Everything Begins Elsewhere

[Text ID: “– what will we call it, / when it’s no longer love?”]

[thoughtkick]

“I over-analyze situations because I’m scared of what will happen if I’m not prepared for it.”

— Turcois Ominek

[eksplozija-duse]

Godinama sam uveče sedela kraj ovog prozora

pušila plavi pall mall i onda prskala parfem po sobi da ne bi smrdelo ujutru

čežnjivo gledala napolje maštajući

videće me dok bude išao uz ulicu, pozvaće me da izađem

desiće sve ono za šta nekad nismo imali hrabrosti

danas opet sedim kraj tog prozora

čitam horoskop kaže - u neuspešnoj potrazi za ljubavlju

ne budite jadni, ne tražite ono čega nema

Decenija je prošla od tog momka plave, kovrdžave kose čijim sam smeđim očima bila opčinjena

uvek sam mislila - možda ne sad, ali tamo nekad hoće sigurno

možda ne u našem gradu, ali svakako hoće u Novom Sadu

na kraju nije nikad, naravno

Deset i kusur godina već romantizujem sve

svaku osobu, svaki momenat svog života

zaljubim se u iluziju pa patim kad udari realnost

čak i tebe tako crno belog

gledam kroz svoje ružičaste naočare

i mislim - možda ne sad, ali jednom sigurno

ili kako kaže Skarlet O'Hara

sutra je novi dan

[zagrebist]

[thoughtkick]

“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey