I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
— Sarah Williams
if not, winter by sappho // ampio orizzonte by ettore tito // lesbos by sylvia plath
“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”
— Shahrazad al-Khalij
|Life in the forest|
“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”
— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
how long do i have to romanticise my life for before it actually gets romantic? just curious.
I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It’s not sadness, though it may sound like it. I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
– Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you
“I think the most beautiful things on a human being are their eyes. You can see the age of their soul and the scars of their past. You can see the stars when they’re in love or the darkness of their hate. You can see the truth and the lies in their look, their heartbeat through their pupils and the art in their irises. That’s why you have to pay attention to the eyes of someone. It’s like a mirror of themselves. You can even see yourself if you ever meet a soulmate.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write