Can we all take a moment and just - Cate Blanchett.

Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once again…

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

Evelyn Waugh

I realised I didn't give enough of myself to the world. And so I had to give more.

Because I simply couldn't handle myself in large doses.

It's 2023 and I'm still not over Robin Hood's death. Shocking.

— Salma Deera, from “Letters From Medea”

you just wanted to feel things and it was the only way you could get 'em out. How many poets didn't write about their tragic lovers, friendships ecc? Writing is a form of art. It is how we get in touch with ourselvs, how we ground ourselvs and how we process the things we go through.

Momento mori

Depression is like forgetting how to fly, but missing the feeling of it. Depression is wanting to function so badly, but your brain and body just tell you that today you have to give them a break. A break to lick their wounds, to shush themeselvs, to try and make some sense out of eveything around you. Inside you. Depression can make you see black, white, and all the colors in between. There is no time involved. There are no seconds running around. There's just void. And as peculiar as it sounds, sometimes the void is full of feelings. Repressed ones, released ones, running around, houling, scratching, jumping, ripping you piece by piece. And sometimes they get out of control and they make you toss and turn, and sometimes they're silent and still for a little while. And you learn to live with them. Live with the void. Live with the feelings. And at some point you even learn to love it all. Love the void. Love the feelings. Love the silence, the stillness. Love the tossing and the turning. And some mornings you tell your brain << please let me function today>>.

"today i can't." stilness. silence. void.

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

“You say ‘amateur’ as if it was a dirty word. ‘Amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it.”

— Mozart in the Jungle (via meanwhileinfillory)

You're still here, shadowing me like a beloved ghost. My long estranged lover, I would do anything for you.

It took everything to set you free, it takes everything to keep you still. I long for you, I always will.

My one love,

I pray the Lord to keep my soul attached to yours.

I want you to know, I wished for you in every place I've ever been and I searched for you in every crowd I've ever seen. I've searched for you in every lips I've ever kissed, in every song I've ever played, in every moment I've felt alive.

I love you, unbearably and yet so very tenderly.

My heart will always chant your name.

Due cose portano alla follia: l'amore e la sua mancanza.

- Alda Merini

“She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.”

— Catherynne M. Valente

De-ai fi iele, ți-aș fi foc

― Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

[text ID: you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; your /  need grows teeth]

We all have souls of different ages.

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

―Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra