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“Something in your past wants to be touched, healed.”

— Tiana Clark, from “I Started Praying for You,” I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2018)

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Nobody knows the full story

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LUNGOMARE

TRIESTE, ITALIA

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Arabic coffee

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We don’t remember days, we remember moments

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Edit after Frederic Edwin Church (Sunset, Hudson, New York) (Smithsonian) (Ed. Lic.: CC BY-NC 3.0)

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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“I am always in too many worlds,”

— Ada Limón, Carrying: Poems; “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”

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John Koethe, from “Dorothy Wordsworth”, Walking Backwards: Poems 1966-2016

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“Somewhere, some place inside myself, I am detached. I have always been detached (in part). Always.”

— Susan Sontag, from I, etcetera: Stories  (via seols)

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“After all, who can wait for nothing?”

— Adam Phillips in On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored

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Also I found this while in the forest, it made me happy

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Sunset, Felix Vallotton