IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle
Wrapped in what may seem like normalcy, I carry a storm within. A whirlwind of intense emotions silently battles the composure I show. It's a poignant illustration of how the quietest exteriors can mask the fiercest storms.
-Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏"
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
“She turned to me and said, “hold me”. So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands.”
-Zachary K Douglas
Brenna twohy from Swallowtell //Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
I love you 💌
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke