Kinda Late, But This Was My Layout For May

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It’s the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work. That she was old enough to know better. But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last. Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist. Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming, the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that. Listened to her while we ate lunch. How can they say the marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy. I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.

-Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” from Refusing Heaven

i'm so so proud of jack for making the right decision and stepping back, especially because i can imagine how hard it must have been for him mentaly to come to terms with the fact that once again his season is over

he is the heart and soul of the devils, as luke said and it's heartbreaking to see it happening again

“I want us to have history, something longer than the small window of time we’re actually sharing, with an even longer future.” — mateo

i've read this book two years ago but i'm crying harder now ;(

The whole point of life... is to change, to evolve, to grow. Don't resist it, embrace it.

One of the reasons why most of us are depressed is because we fail to live upto the expectations of people.

something inside of me is urging me to run away from this place i called “home” and go somewhere far where no one knows my name, my story, and my life.

more men should be on their knees begging desperately. like in general

Wine isn’t strong enough. It’s blood I want.

Henry Miller; A Literate Passion, the Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller

Happy Holidays. 💙

My poetry collections Confessions of a Wallflower (2017) & I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction (2018) are available on Amazon if you’re interested in having a copy of your own. 💙

They’re also about mental health, healing, depression, self-care, and self-love. 💙

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Stay safe, and I wish you hope, love and healing. ✨