The Tips Of My Fingers Grazing Over Infinite Titles.

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

You wanna know what's the most romantic thing ever?

Invisible man and his invisible girlfriend.

Imagine being in love with someone solely because she's the only one who actually understands you,

Who actually feels what it's been like for you,

Who has had the exact same life and hardships as you,

And the best part?

She doesn't care about your looks,

She doesn't care if you have a pre pubescent moustache or the hottest of bodies.

She only cares if you'll hold her hand forever in this invisible judgemental world.

And in a poetically injustice sort of a way,

.........

She's the only one who sees you.

And I'd have it no other way.

life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

I really try to have my love be a fire. Not just a little spark no. I want to engulf you in love. I want you to feel the warmth on your worst days. I want to ignite you with love. A love you can feel, a love you can taste, making it tangible, something you can wrap yourself in when everything else in your world is falling apart and you have no where else to turn or you will be spinning. I want to ground you with love. Something to sooth your wandering mind. Something you don’t have to search for or ask for i give it to you freely. Without strings or expectations. Without anything but tender pure raw love for you.

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

— Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

““A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations is really an uncreative mind.””

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also.”

— Jiddu Krishnamurti 

my cartoon for yesterday’s @gdnsaturday #writing #pets https://www.instagram.com/p/CeIwKzfMixG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.