how to wash a heart, bhanu kapil
in a world where there is so much grief to be had, leading the people to water and letting them drink from your cupped hands
i started listening to carly rae jespen because of this essay (i’ll put it below) and i think about it all the time. like. this guy says it better than i ever could.
“That isn’t who I want to be so I will simply not become it” are words I repeat to myself often these days.
Taxidermy - Julia deVille
#i mourn everything my hands touched
Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson
comments left on the video for Iceblink Luck by Cocteau Twins
Me and emma
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
mi rau
I constantly long for beautiful moments forgetting I am the creator of them.
it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance
sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes