just livingg

if someone should see, what matter they?

[despazito]

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[quwayway]

[quwayway]

Rewatched Cowboy Bebop under fever rest.

[deerinthefield]

'I received an email telling me it was over. I didn’t know how to respond. It was as if it wasn’t meant for me. It ended with the words: "Take Care of Yourself". I took this recommendation literally. I asked a hundred and two women, chosen for their profession, to interpret the letter in their professional capacity. To analyse it, provide a commentary on it, act it, dance it, sing it. Dissect it. Squeeze it dry. Understand for me. Answer for me. It was a way to take the time to break up. At my own pace. A way to take care of myself.’

[202027]

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

(Translated by Donald Walsh. From The Captain’s Verses by Pablo Neruda)

[aaaaaarchive]

[shisasan]

True love is elusive, she said, sometimes I think it’s as rare as a red moon on a cloudless night. Michael Faudet

[quwayway]

Blood Moon

[quwayway]

How is a life lived?

In hours spent calculating and divining the future, then finding the results unsatisfactory

In daydreams of what could have been

In missed opportunities

In thoughts and complications

In childhood

In writing poems

In dinners alone in dinners with company

In uncomfortable pauses

In silent grudges

In miscommunication

[quwayway]

signs from randomtarotcard.com

[quwayway]

My love tarot, apparently

[quwayway]

from poemsinla

[quwayway]

Today - remembered that I can’t love you. So I took that feeling and put it into my violin part of an accompaniment for a choir I’m not so fond of. And on the way back, I held the sight of the mist floating off the mountains for a moment longer because it was beautiful. And you love mountains.

I don’t know what else to love.

[quwayway]

from poemsinla

[quwayway]

from poemsinla

[quwayway]

post-onsen

[mona-l1sa]