“Don't be in a hurry to love me. Don't spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you're going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”

— Letters to my last love.

O! the darkness;

Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Sebastian in Dream; from 'Transformation of Evil' (version 2), tr. Will Stone

“But I think it’s an ancient rage. Women who grew tired beneath the weight of years that would not buckle, break nor bend.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Moon in Hydra

sorry man i can’t hang out i’m busy thinking about how icarus fell in love with the sun but didn’t survive it. yeah man it’s gonna be all day.

having a sister is like. I wish I looked like you because you’re prettier. but you wish you looked like me because you think I’m prettier. but you’re wrong because I’m older and wiser so I know better. you have some slight idolization of me as an older sister. sometimes I look at you and see what my life could’ve been if I wasn’t the oldest child and I envy that.