Reblog please 🫶🍉

thanks for your support. There are 19 days left until the end of our campaign. These funds will be essential support for us when we reach Egypt, to start our lives again and so that I can return to my work. We are still in northern Gaza and will not be able to register to travel until we reach the goal of this campaign. Can we reach the goal before the period ends?

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena

‘A long time ago i was desperately in love’

Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "True Romances," originally published in 1981

The fact that music exists, makes life bearably worth living.

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

~Jane Austen

The pressing desire to be with someone when Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself."

‘Its a thorny journey ahead, and I am barefoot.’

“To remember everything”

What a blessing…and

Ohh! What a curse.

You are not understanding the silence;

and I'm out of words now.

“To be so lonely you told yourself you liked to be this way & almost believed it was true.”

— Natalie Wee, from ‘(Suicide Letter In) Parts, 2010′, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

I am not the person i was one book before.💫

They say 'follow your heart'; but which piece to follow, when your heart is in a million pieces.

If love was to be measured in water,

mine for you would create Tsunamis.

The.soulwhispers

And I'd happily drink it, even if it were poison that your hands poured.

The.soulwhispers

C.S. Lewis once wrote,

"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"

And I think we all needed to hear that.

‘I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.’

Jane Austen, “Northanger abbey”

“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947