“Why Do You Always Look Up?” He Asked.

“But the best walking is without reason, formless, scattering the self into thinking, more winter.”

— Jennifer Chang, from “We Found the Body of a Young Deer Once”, Some Say the Lark

““We were young,“ she said. “Stupid."” “Crazy,” he added. “Selfish.” “In love.” “Yeah,” she whispered. “That, too.””

— excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)

“The night is for lovers, And the moon for poets.”

— a.y.

“how many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

— 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘧

It felt like Sunday after a long time.No alarms,no missed breakfast,no heading to the subway in a rush,no smoking with colleagues.Called a friend whom I ditched with a dinner party,my mother cooked me my favourite meal and I was full . Peeled an orange and drove to the vegetable market. The weather was hot and the day was slow.

And this is what I wanted since a very long time.

Back then I was no poet, I became one for you ,back then no poetry excites me ,now I found my home in them.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company. - Oscar Wilde

― Clarice Lispector

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

- Virgil, The Aeneid

"To love someone long term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be ."

-Heidi priebe