How I missed writing..
Vincent van Gogh, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters
how many books do I want to read? all of them. there is no limit. my frail body will one day be crushed under the weight of my tbr pile and my mind will rejoice at all the lives I have lived, at all the new words that I have learnt and yet there will still be more books that I wish to read. i am simply a gaping chasm that only books can fill.
Alex Light
“Sometimes you end up losing yourself trying to hold onto someone who never cared about losing you. Know when to let go.”
— Unknown
god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home
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.
"Good morning, Jack. How was your night?", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
Super Junior D&E Rose Lyrics
I need a man that gonna make me wanna buy lingerie & setup hotel rooms and shit. Y'all mfs make me wanna do drugs
“Maybe we are broken. But we put ourselves back together. We survived. That’s what makes us so powerful.”
— V.E. Schwab, Vengeful
The thought of having to navigate this is very stressful to me
going to school in Japan as an undercover cop and having my cover blown within seconds
adult giant owl among Japanese elementary students: they would not have noticed me being different were it not for my stumbling over personal pronouns
河津桜。もう葉桜ですね。
“Rest and self care are so important. When you take to replenish your spirit, it allows you to serve others from the overflow. You cannot serve from an empty vessel.”
— Eleanor Brown
She apologized for not being able to leave the house and, pointing to the balcony, said:
"He's my only friend."
I indicated the piano and asked:
"How about this sweet soul? Isn't he your friend, too?"
– Felisberto Hernández, from “The Balcony,” Piano Stories (Eridanos, 1993)