“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

— eunjin jang, no one writes back

صبر تلخ است ولیکن بہرہ شیرین دارد

Patience is sour, but it’s fruit is sweet

Holy shit

Holy shit

“Power should act and not talk.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Maxims and Reflections

Loving Vincent (2017)

Jess Allen’s work is even more beautiful in real life

Anne Carson, the Glass Essay

Some people don't want you. They want you to want them and chase them all the while they do their best to hurt you and push you away and keep testing if you still come back. And all of it has nothing to do with you but with their own abandonment issues. So, save yourself and the person before you the trouble and the hassle. Walk away.