— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

— unknown

imagine getting to know each other over email, waking up each day and, on the way to work, pondering over what to say; Good morning, Fine day today... and imagine falling in love over email, over each others tone and way of writing, over little facts and frustrated tangents, over favorite films and artists and over each other's interests...

i wish i could exchange emails (letters, but we live in the 2000s,) with someone far away, sharing little tidbits of life we each live but do not see, hoping to create a connection steetched over thousands and thousands of kilometers away but alas all people ask for is my snap

spill over, to me

tidbit: if you read the left and right lines together, it's hamlet's thoughts when horatio attempts to drink the poisoned liquor and join hamlet in death <3

— Lina A.

i wish i could exchange emails (letters, but we live in the 2000s,) with someone far away, sharing little tidbits of life we each live but do not see, hoping to create a connection stretched over thousands and thousands of kilometers away but alas all people ask for is my snap

— Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse; Fragments [translated by Richard Howard]

Maya C. Popa, from “Pestilence”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder