Warming My Hands On Bridges I've Burnt

Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf 

“When I’m depressed, I feel like I’m a T-Rex who wants to clap her hands but can’t. Then you said you’d be a T-Rex too and clapped my hand. We’d sing, “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.” I said thank you and hugged you Then you said that we need longer hands to hug We need to evolve to have longer hands And we’ll figure it out together.”

— 09/24/13, anastasiasyah

I never wish to be easily defined

Franz Kafka

eri talmente distante che mi sono scordata che c'eri

milk and honey, rupi kaur

“Some relationships just end. Like a star, they burn bright and brilliant, and then nothing in particular goes wrong, they just reach their end. They burn out.”

— Cora Carmack, Losing It

Andrea Gibson

Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith and Her Maidservant, c. 1623-1625

I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

Storm, 1925 - oil on canvas. ― Zdzisław Jasiński (Polish, 1863-1932)