Latest Posts by serenawanderlust - Page 2

1. // 2. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // 3. Simone Weil, An Anthology of Selected Writings // 4. // 5. Czesław Miłosz, from “The Song.” // 6. L’Amica Geniale, Those Who Leave And Those Who Stay // 7. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 // 8. Third Eye - Florence + The Machine, art by @sunsbleeding // 9. Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964 // 10. Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

There was only void, and how are you supposed to give form to something that doesn’t exist?

― Haruki Murakami

“In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.”

— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”

— Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

[text ID: I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.]

“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.”

— William G.T. Shedd

“It is well known that those in the grip of heavy enchantments can be wakened only by a lover’s touch. Those who seem dead, who are already returning to the earth, can be restored to life, quickened again by one who is warm. Then, it being night, and the twin stars of Castor and Pollux just visible in the sky, I spoke of that tragedy, of two brothers whose love we might find unnatural, so stricken in grief when one was killed that the other, begging for his life again, accepted instead that for half the year one might live, and for the rest of the year the other, but never the two together. So it is for us, who while on earth in these suits of lead sense the presence of one we love, not far away but too far to touch.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”

— Unknown

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

— Beau Taplin, “And You”

The Art of Memoir, Mary Karr

Unknown // Carole Anne Trisler

He chose the latter. . . . . .

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I wanted to be that girl. . . . . .

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Still.

I miss you so much in this moment. My skin comes alive with chills. My eyes, with tears. My heart with a dull, familiar ache.

I wish you could hear me. I wish you could sense how much I need you. I wish you could see who I am. I wish you would come back to me again.

How could you just let me go And live on without a word or a thought?

How could you just walk away Without a wonder or a regret?

How am I supposed to forget you When your body brought me to life? Even though you almost extinguished the fire in my soul.

Your neck. Your back. Your arms. Your hands.

Your fingers.

Your chest. Your stomach. Your hips.

Your thighs. Your calves. Your feet. Your toes.

The heat between your legs.

Your hair. Your ears.

Your eyes. Those eyes.

Your lips. Your nose.

Your voice. Your breath.

Your kisses.

Your smile. Your laughter.

I miss all of you. I remember all of you. Every precious inch of you.

I remember the way you felt inside of me. I remember the way your body moved, Always with intention; Always in control. Steady. Strong.

I remember the weight of your silhouette And your hips between my legs While you leaned down to kiss me And I curled my fingers in your hair, Wrapped my thighs around your waist.

I let myself dissolve into your rhythm. I let you lose yourself inside of me.

I remember catching your groans in my throat, The play of your tongue.

I remember how it felt To inhale your breath. It was sweeter than any air. It was pure energy. It fed me.

I remember your whispers. Your questions. Your instructions. Your revelations. “Yes.”

I begged you “Please.” Always. “More.”

I called out to God. I moaned your praises.

You are etched into my mind.

You are traced into my soul.

You are bringing me to my knees. Without a word, without a glance, without a breath.

I’m shackled by a memory. A ghost.

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

he will stop doing the little things,

she will stop caring as much.

she will convince herself that she’s fighting for herself,

and soon realize she has been fighting for him.

when the lovers lose love,

the people around them will be confused.

“you seemed so happy”

“what happened?”

“are you okay?”

when the lovers lose love,

she will cry herself to sleep.

she will second guess her decisions.

she will continue down the path of losing herself completely.

when the lovers lose love,

he will make excuses for the things he did,

he will sit alone and try to figure out a plan to grab her attention,

he’ll think of how it use to be.

when the lovers lose love,

it is sad.

but it gets better.

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

—Chris Mc Geown

“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

Shirley Jackson ― We Have Always Lived in the Castle

Still falls the rain, Daichi Takagi

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via thebookquotes)

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

- Moonlight -

Ada Limón, from The Carrying; “Sometimes I think my body leaves a shape in the air”

Arkhangelsk, Russia by Aleksey Yunicyn

any ideas of souls filling things to do in the next two months of summer rather than rot in bed on my phone all day long ❣️

omg bestie i could ask the same question im currently rotting away in lockdown...... here, i’ll do my best!

decide that ur going to learn something. it doesn’t have to be a language but it could be, i think it’s fun! there’s loads of language learning resources on tumblr. buy a $7 Irish flute and learn to play it. u could become a diy ‘expert’ in new guinean tribal art.... literally whatever you’re interested in and have never had the time to pursue in your normal routine and just go!!

assuming you a) had some interest in learning a language and b) are spending some of your time rotting watching tv and movies, then watch them in another language and you will be pleasantly surprised how much you pick up on!! let ur rotting be a little more useful and fun

buy some cheap diy stuff 2 keep urself busy.... paints or embroidery supplies or beads to make yourself jewellery... you can add a little something to all your clothes like that!

get into baking bread. there’s so many benefits... a) it’s very time consuming, no more rotting for you b) you will have dirty hands you can’t use your phone c) it’s not actually very hard just watch a tutorial and follow the instructions d) you will spend the time standing up which is good if you’re not getting much other exercise or time to stretch e) i love you i want us both to eat well duh??!!

if ur able to then leave your phone at home one day and go on a little adventure outdoors. stay close so you’re safe etc but just get out and do something find inspiration in nature go!!!! its my favourite antidote

delete all your social media off your phone (yes, even tumblr) for a week i pinky promise it will improve your quality of life by at least 30%

i hope one of these was useful!! mwah

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

"Such aching mystery hides, in your stardust-glimmer eyes."

~John Mark Green // Taste the Wild Wonder

I cannot remember when last I felt alive. I am tired. So terribly tired.