isnt it amazing that we’re able to smell someones presence… like when they walk through the hall a moment before you do and their perfume lingered. or when you walk into someones room in the morning and there is a soft scent of sleep in the air. when you borrow someones clothes and find out it smells like them because theyve been in that before. when someone gets fresh warm pastries and the aroma hits you first before you can find them. when you walk into someones home and youre greeted with a very specific smell. when you hug someone and their perfume catches onto your clothes etc etc
“Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness, that primal forest inside him, where among decayed treetrunks his heart stood, light-green. Loved.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Third Elegy,” Duino Elegies, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Stephen Mitchell (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)