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Good night
From Leonard Cohen’s final letter to his dying muse, Marianne Ihlen. She died in July 2016, and Cohen followed her shortly after, dying in November 2016.
“Well Marianne it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine. And you know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.”
— Leonard Cohen
Miley Cyrus live in Chile 2011 at her “Gypsy Heart Tour” covering Nirvana.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Idiot
Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"
you'll just be minding ur business and then suddenly the air smells like an august evening in 2005
Elena, 2012.
life is like I have 34 unread messages from people I love and I know it’ll take 2 seconds to respond and I miss them, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to answer quite yet I have 5 minutes in the morning to decide if I’ll commit my day’s attention to creative projects I want to get done, taking a walk or a bike ride, organizing hair cuts and braving dentist appointments or if I don’t catch myself in time, the day will be swallowed up in scrolling, my focus flitting between screens I don’t know where the time goes because I used to be small and know so much and now I’m flirting with the end of my twenties and am so scared of everything how does this both feel so new and mundane all the time and where is the exit door to this spiral where I remember living gently, full breaths and unknotted shoulders can we look for that resting place together oh no it’s fine if you’re busy I wouldn’t know where to start we can try next week if it’s better
“The Breakfast Club”
okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.
kat irlin
“The what ifs are the worst part, aren’t they? I cannot lie to you, I’ve had many a moment when I’ve tried to make sense of all of the futures we could’ve had, but didn’t. Some of them aren’t pretty. Some of them end the same way we did or worse, but the good ones? The ones where you’re in my arms? The ones where your laughter spills forth effortlessly? The ones where you don’t leave, you only come closer with every passing day? Those are the ones that break me down the most. Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so prone to dreaming. Sometimes, I feel crazy for daring to imagine. I feel crazy for thinking about what it’d be like if we were under this starless sky together for a change, but I’m not crazy in those moments at all. I’m just missing you. I’m missing you, and that makes it hard to not think of what could’ve been. When it feels like someone is so close but yet so painfully far, when there’s a void in your life in the shape of someone’s smile, and a song called their laugh is missing from your life’s playlist, it’s no wonder moments like these come up. When the fog clears and the dreams meet reality, I like to think that you’re still smiling and laughing, even now. Somehow that puts me at ease a little, even though I’m not the reason these days. At least somewhere, somehow, that sight and sound are still in the world. I think we’re going to be okay. I don’t really know what okay means. Does it mean it stops hurting completely? Probably not, I don’t know about you, but I’m not the best at stopping missing someone. Regardless, I think we’ll be okay somehow. It might not be now, but we’ll be okay.”
— Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (01/02/2019)