People. People. Endless Noise. And I Am So Tired. And I Would Like To Sleep Under Trees; Red Ones,

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

turn off your phone, throw it in a lake, become unreachable

“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”

— Lee Smith

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

half of me finishes a book within 6-12 consecutive hours and the other half of me takes roughly six months.

I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”

— Holly Black; The Darkest Part of the Forest

people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf and when a stranger offers you a piece of watermelon in the park and when a stranger wishes you happy birthday because you’re holding a balloon.. maybe we are worth saving

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

― Franz Kafka