Simone De Beauvoir ― The Woman Destroyed

Susan Sontag, I, etcetera: Stories  

A breath of an artist is an art in itself, bejewelled recollection of a billion poignant tales. A heroic poetry of a broken heart that mends a million cracks around.

-Anneshwa 🌻

This need, nobody knows it, this longing doesn't go away

Jamil B. Holway, tr. by George Dimitri Selim, from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; “Throbbings”

I just needed one person, for once to mean what they say. Just one person.

One broken star in the infinite sky, dwindled softly through time, ache stricken, greedy for love. -Ann

What do you do, when you don't feel your soul in your body? You wait for the soul to return, because it gets lost sometimes, but never forgets the way back home✨

~ Returning Home ~

Anneshwa ✨

He is so much like me, talking to him is like talking to myself, looking into his eyes is just like looking into the mirror.

-Anneshwa

Being touristy in your own city is a different kind of happiness.