“There is a beauty in falling in love with a language—the strangeness of its sounds, the awe of watching the sea-surf of a new syntax beating again and again the cement of your unknowing. Learning to speak again can be erotic—the unfamiliar turn of the tongue, the angle of the mouth, the movement of lips.”
Ilya Kaminsky, from an interview conducted by Edward Clifford (x)
LOVE WILL FIND YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN EVEN WHEN YOU THINK IT WON'T
"you're so good at reading between the lines" thanks it's the anxiety!!
don't care + didn't ask + i see beauty in things you wouldn't even begin to ponder
— danagray
the realization this brought me made me cry actual tears.. [not mine]
floor time save me. floor time. save me floor time
how do you deal with anxiety ?
i let it fuck me up then i go to bed
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]