I love him in the way you love a lighthouse
From a distance
Not expecting warmth
But grateful for the shape of his light
I wrote him into my days
The echo of a soul lesson coming back around
I will meet him in the Center of a life
I already started to build without him
Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring/Summer 1998 Designed By: John Galliano
I guess real connection is so rare nowadays that any connection at all feels cosmic
For better or worse, I hold on to that
And I cannot ascribe meaning to anything when the landscape of meaning is ever-shifting
But, god, do I try
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a poem titled "You Who Never Arrived," featured in Selected Poems
D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Novels and Writings of D. H. Lawrence
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
you think god wants you to meal prep?
Pola X [1999 Leos Carax]