I Miss You In Moments When I Drown Deep In The Sea Of Past. I Miss You In Fragments When My Mind Refuses

I see many people saying “omg other people my age have kids and I am here with my life in shambles”; 

and I think: 

There is no one way to be a mushroom. Have you seen how fucked up they are? How god-ignorant and wild? Listen to the mushroom wisdom. 

Do whatever stirs your soul.

“Sometimes the long way is the only way home.”

— Unknown

it’s just me and my four hundred unread books against the world i guess

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you

“I am writing to reach you–even if each word I put down is one word further from where you are.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)

“…we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be. We’ll part in the pitch of longing.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf and when a stranger offers you a piece of watermelon in the park and when a stranger wishes you happy birthday because you’re holding a balloon.. maybe we are worth saving

“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”

— Lee Smith