💭 hi, sorry for being inactive. life has been a little crazy lately, id really really appreciate it if you could pray for me and/or wish me luck for the things im working on 🥹 thank you. hopefully, i can post regularly again 🩵

Who needs memories when you have arms around your waist? Shira Erlichman, Odes to Lithium

💭 the concept trailer feels both oddly familiar and hauntingly beautiful that i had to log in and post here. i will be posting more heartwrenching posts. tell a friend. :)

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain * The shortest poem is a name. Anne Michaels, Infinite Gradation

You showed up, Joe. You're here. That's enough. It won't be forever, but for tonight it is. For tonight, it's everything. Riley Flynn, Midnight Mass

of course the love is there. still, still, still, Anne Sexton

If you each day clutch our pillows, press them to your face, pray to take in some atom of me all into the hollows of your chest, yes I promise my ghost will find you should you want someone else to love R. A. Villanueva, Reliquaria

The candle burns like this. Each drop of wax is a letter, each letter is a moment, each moment is a plea for tender mercy. The gray smoke whispers into your ear, may your heart, my love, never be bound too tight. Peter Conners, Beyond The Edge of Suffering

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. James Baldwin

#yeonjun, the afterglow settles gently on your skin. and i think i want to sit with this—your existence.

Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking. Sanna Wani, Memory is Sleeping

"Why is it so important to dream?" "Because in my dreams we are together." from Inception, directed by Christopher Nolan

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart — Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep. E. E. Cummings, You Are Tired (I Think)

Without a pair of wings attached like they long for my back, without me having to sink into my own mockery towards the moon. Without, without, without.

I am letting this room and everything in it stand for my ideas about love and its difficulties. I'll let your love-cries, those spacious notes of a moment ago, stand for distance. Li-Young Lee

What is art? Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that nonetheless reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice. Andrei Tarkovsky