-Charles Bukowski
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor People
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
-Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 1 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠.
𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒.
𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒.
𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠.
𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.
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