Politeness became so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation
Day 150th. chronically tired. gotta reduce caffeine amounts. tea with friends & forever nows
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Sometimes, I wish, I were a boat to take you wherever you want.
A boat, that could tolerate the burden on your shoulders,
A boat, that would never sink in the thunderstorm of your sadness
A boat, that could tolerate the burden on your shoulders,
A boat, that would never sink in the thunderstorm of your sadness
— Ahmad Shamlou (via philphys)
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Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
— Julián Carax, ‘The Shadow of the Wind’ by Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via littlebooklet)
Day 145th. flood in the city. ups & downs. fun photo shooting followed by racing ageing, walking dead with the sister, corpses in the rivers, looking for meds, unloved, unfriended, forever alone. and of course the streets bathed in lamp lights, air full of longing.
