Do you space out when I think of you? Do your friends go quiet? Does the rain fall slower and your skin goes cold?
Could you remember falling asleep on the phone? Do you open your messages but there’s nothing there? For a split second, do you think of me?
Do you close your eyes and smile?
Do I feel it too?
It invades. With each slow breath I slip under. Into the deep silence of us. I fall through to the other side, where we still live. You are in every corner of my mind. I am who I am because of us.
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,"
David Benioff, Troy
// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad
“Tomorrow will be better.” “But what if it’s not?” I asked. “Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.” ― Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”
— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
"it didn't affect me" *writes poetry*
Wisteria garden at night.
Tochigi, Japan.
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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