#octoberer

[devingelien]

my hands tremble at the thought of you, always itching to write you, to write of you, to write for you; endlessly, yet never reaching you.

- Ēva Devingelien

[devingelien]

“a newborn could never remember being loved for the first time. but here’s me who remembers being a newborn loved by you.”

- Ēva Devingelien

[devingelien]

“only the fondness of his memory remains inside of her heart when the clock ticks the seventh day of the tenth month.”

- Ēva Devingelien

[devingelien]

first day of the tenth month, an explosion of colours has unraveled in front of my eyes; i am alive.

- Ēva Devingelien

[devingelien]

“the perfect autumn occurs when the 1st of october arrives; and the perfection lingers on.”

- Ēva Devingelien