— Margarita Aliger on Anna Akhmatova, from a diary entry featured in Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova
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@moonafterrain
— Margarita Aliger on Anna Akhmatova, from a diary entry featured in Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova
i know something that in your heart there is a city where only she is the inhabitant, but in my heart there is an ocean that calms me when i know that reality
i know i can't be yours, but let me know that this feeling is not a lie
i just wanna say, "the sunset is beautiful, isn't it?"
maybe one day, we'll meet again in the best version of us, my sunshine
one sided love happened to me
"Your hands are cold, mine are burning. How blind you are, Nastenka."
Fyodor Dostoevsky
maybe in another reality
you'll be mine
really
“Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.”
— R.M. Drake
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
in english we say: "I love you."
but in poetry we say: "I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything."
“l love you, in ways you've never been loved, for reasons you've never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.”
— Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
@lovesdaya
I can see us lost in the memory
coloured pencil 1/?
it’s sad when you realize you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were
all the time.
"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."
– Andrea Gibson
the thing about having hope is that it is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so difficult. but you have to do it anyway
And if you missed a day, there was always the next,
and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,
the hills weren’t going anywhere,
the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,
the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—
– Sunrise, by Louise Glück
A Tribute to the Unspoken, Just Words
"I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams."
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart