For I Am Consumed With Longing For You.

For I am consumed with longing for you.

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson

“I like misty autumn mornings, And cold snowy winter nights. Rainstorms bring me inner peace, Thunder sets my soul alight. I care not for summer, days - Too long, the heavy heat. Give me candlelight evenings, Early darkness, a silent street.”

— Natalia Crow 

𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅

𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒅?

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕?

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

“I am almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shalow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.”

–unknown

“the smell of rain and wet trees — the smell of the last days of November.”

— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)