These holes in your wall are beautiful. You punched these urself ? Wow.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

—KAFKA, Franz, Letters To Felice.

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”

// Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

i'm waiting for another phrase, another poem, another book, painting, insegnement, theory, song lyric, story, to break my mind and let me staring at the wall with my mouth open and no words to say.

First love does not mean best love. And best friends may not mean best friends forever. But they both mean at some point, somewhere, someone did care. And their memories still there.

(~Crywank -  Welcome To Castle Irwell).

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When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I'll go and whom I'll meet inside.

― WEINER, Jennifer, Good in Bed.

I saw myself in your eyes but I saw that you were dead.

— LORCA, Federico García, from Little Backwater; Collected Poems (ed. by Christopher Maurer).

he was so sujeto, she was so predicado.

To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.

Reminiscing... he got good dick anda good ear for piano but nothing else going for him really

literally no one knows how to be fans of musicians in a respectful, non-intrusive way anymore, except for my mutuals, who are trying to convince 82 year old bob dylan that he is nonbinary.

~HARVEY, PJ.

"I hate my fans too. I hate being famous. I hate my job," Bourdain wrote to Busia-Bourdain in one of the near-daily text exchanges. "I am lonely and living in a constant uncertainty".

One ghost succeeds the other like waves on the illusory sea of birth and death. In the course of a life, there is nothing but the rise and fall of material and mental forms, while the unfathomable reality remains. In every creature sleeps an infinite intelligence, hidden and unknown, but destined to awaken, to tear the volatile web of the sensory mind, break the chrysalis of flesh, and conquer time and space.
~LABATUT, Benjamin.

Mycelial coordination is difficult to understand because there is no center of control. If we cut off our head or stop our heart, we're finished. A mycelial network has no head and no brain. Fungi, like plants, are decentralized organisms. There are no operational centers, no capital cities, no seats of government. Control is dispersed: Mycelial coordination takes place both everywhere at once and nowhere in particular. A fragment of mycelium can regenerate an entire network, meaning that a single mycelial individual—if you're brave enough to use that word—is potentially immortal.
~SHELDRAKE, Merlin, Entangled Life.

‘But we have other lives, I think, I hope,’ she murmured. ‘We live in others, … We live in things.’

—WOOLF, Virginia, Between the Acts.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband.
What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

―OVID, Metamorphoses.

Light travels faster than sound, this is why some people appear bright until they speak.

Rejection doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough. It means the other person didn’t recognise what you have to offer.