[llovinghome]

[glowcowboy]

is this a life? i don’t know. i make another cup of coffee. stare at a tree from my balcony. write in my journal. take a hot shower. i call my sister and say nothing of value. she listens anyway. i make another coffee. read a book that gives me bad dreams. pick up my pen to write and put it back down. another flip of the calendar i carry in the center of my chest. i am learning to let my heart open up again

[kii-tty]

[fernand0adnan]

[fleursdesmorts]

“First Memory,” Louise Glück

[weltenwellen]

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

[weltenwellen]

AE HEE LEE, from "Prelude"

[sweetd3lights]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[bad-moodboard]

[papayajuan2019]

not people thinking they can escape heartache. avoiding it at all cost is itself a form of it

[wordscanbeenough]

“there is nothing inside me but a large wound, / a hollow place where no one goes”

— Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone”, The Poems of Octavio Paz, translated by Eliot Weinberger

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Passing moment

Cambridge, Massachusetts -- 2/16/14

[morganathewitch]

Moss and roots~

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I am a river that does not know where it is going. There are not even any screams. I drift so terribly quietly.”

—

Herbjørg Wassmo, from Dina’s Book (Black Swan, 1996)            

[the-wolf-and-moon]

R Leporis, Vampire’s Star

[wordscanbeenough]

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love