“I am reduced to a thing that wants (....insert your name here...). I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: 

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. 

So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this –But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it.

However I won’t bore you with any more.  (....) "

Letter from Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf

ROMANTIC MESSAGES I RECEIVED FROM EX LOVERS WHEN IT WAS TOO LATE AND I HAPPILY MOVED ON

- From the one who forgot sex changes everything about a male-female friendship -

“It’s always your call and having control is pretty great, isn’t it?  I guess I thought we could be friends. I don’t think I did that much to warrant resentment, but maybe I did in which case I’m sorry.
It’s difficult for me to manage, expectations and intimacy stuns me. 
Well, excuses are like assholes. It’s bad mental hygiene to throw excuses around and hold them tight as a shield. Being right sucks.

You know, that first time you kissed me I almost got in a car accident.

But it’s ok, I can always clone you, I still have your DNA. Wherever you go, I hope you are with peace and coffee.

PS: lack of response doesn’t mean ignorance.” -  Ioana Cristina Casapu

source: http://www.artparasites.com/romantic-messages-i-received-from-ex-lovers-when-it-was-too-late-and-i-happily-moved-on/

" I personally think that love does not last for 3 years, or 10 or 100. Real love, consuming and hungry and wild and tender, lasts beyond the boundaries of a relationship. It breaks hearts, bad habits and it changes lifestyles. And that’s when it grows into a better, bigger, more generous love. The only real issue with this deal is the persistence of memories. "

— Agnes Teodora

" Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

~ Khalil Gibran

Hurricane

" Didn't know what this would be
But I knew I didn't see
What you thought
You saw in me

I jumped the gun

So sure you'd split and run
Ready for the worst
Before the damage was done

The storm never came
Or it never was
Didn't know getting lost in the blue
It meant I wound up losing you

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this
I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane

What's wrong with me
Why not understand and see
I never saw
What you saw in me

Keep my eyes open
My lips sealed
My heart closed
And my ears peeled

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane

Make ash and leave the dust behind
Lady diamond in the sky
Wild light
Glowing bright
To guide me
When I fall
I fall on tragedy

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can't disguise
Can't disguise
Nights like this I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane "

MS MR - Hurricane

I'm sitting at this coffee place with a book in my hands just waiting for You to show up, look up at me, recognize who I am, pull a chair, startle me, sit, smile and say - 

I'm here. Sorry I kept you waiting.

MJ 14.01.2016

Soul mates

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

 ~ Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love

" You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated,

so that people can say 'wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad'? 

You think I'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? 

I'll swallow you whole. " 

- Warsan Shire -


artwork by Chiara Bautista (Milk)

Kintsugi

"How often, she asked me the night before,

Do we think it's okay to fall apart ?

We live in a break it, you pay kind of culture.

A handle falls off of

a coffee mug and suddenly - the entire thing is useless. We learn to

sweep evidence beneath the rug, throw broken

pieces into a paper bag and never think about them again.

The Japanese knew another way. They

mended their broken vases with gold, aggrandized 

the sharp corners and turned shards of broken pottery

into basins that hold light

together.

But here, there's no room for mistakes.

We give so easily - on broken

toys, snapped piano legs, on each other - and we make believe

that even our tongues are bulletproof,

as if we are stronger than what these

fragile bones

can take.

We don't forgive our broken bowls. We don't learn to 

piece them back together. We trip over our own skeletons

and sweep them back beneath our skin; collect the splattering

of our sorrows and flush them down the toilet like

secrets. We're so ashamed of that which 

fumbles and falls through our fingers that we forget that

there's another way: another way instead of

going through our days buying coffee at five a.m. and fucking

above the covers while rattling and spilling over, our

insides bleeding from all the damn glass.

We were never taught that

by the end of our lives, we didn't have to be made of a hundred

million cracks. We were never taught that we could have it differently, that

we could piece ourselves back together with light,

that our bodies could burn from inside out. 

- Shinji Moon - The Anatomy of Being