“I Will Never Understand Why Every Organ In Your Body Get Support And Sympathy When It Is Ill, Except

don’t underestimate the strength I derive from being close to you

letters to milena

borrowed time

I’m walking up against the wind, this is indeed my borrowed time

the cuffs, the lattice the burning furnace the thorny glade the wired wall

magnitude of malevolence, one tired hand upon another cutting into this air slithering through inadvertently

egress, the high transom window and sight of sunshine

…

I’m walking with the wind now, this is no longer borrowed time

the hatchery the abundant cloud the river, the highway the umbilical love

relevance of release into the transformation, the perpetual firelight the significant ease the expanding awareness

all flight, free as feathers

“I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.”

— Franz Kafka

“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.”

— Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

Even her hands cried

When he let them go

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

"You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil."

A Word to my Lovers

Have you ever just cried because you’re you?

“Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.”

— -Pablo Neruda, Love Poems Get This Book (via awesomebookquotes)