i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone
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i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone
How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
— Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence (via fatallist)
Constantly repeating to myself “you are not broken you are young and learning how to live” during everything I do everywhere I go all the time
little by little i will save my life and the rot in my stomach will swell into something sweet and it’ll sit on my tongue and i will think to myself how silly it is to wallow when there is a sun that shines and hands that reach for other hands. little by little i will remember every vessel in me bears the promise that most sweet things shall stay alive for as long as i live alongside them. little by little i will leave my head for the real world and i will fearlessly dangle my feet on tall grass and without hesitance reach for a star knowing with absolute certainty that i can never hold it close or call it mine and that it’ll never love me back or yearn for me half as much. so here we are, me and my hope, and our only means of staying tethered together which is through the little by the little. little by little i will save my life not as some monumental course-altering endeavour of bigness and bravery and prettyness like in the poems… but by simply putting my life in warm clothes.
Talin Tahajian, “It’s November again” [ID in ALT]
Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
Your Eyes Tell (きみの瞳(め)が問いかけている) 2020, dir. Miki Takahiro.
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every time someone tells me they love me, however casual it may be, it feels like the world comes to a halt for a second . someone Loves me . me ! how wonderful
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