I’ll Tell You Something Right Now,

Can I haunt you? Like romantically.

Me, after another night of drafting, editing, writing, editing, editing again, some more editing

nevermind *deletes the whole thing*

I would rather die in your arms than live a thousand years alone.

So many people disregard Camus as cold, detached, cynical.

But I ask you, what is a cynic, if not a broken romantic?

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

// Albert Camus, from “Notebooks, 1951-1959”

Look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under it

… in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world

faded memory

There is something to be said about the way in which a memory fades - like ink in water, rippling until it is no longer there.

It fades with the finality of a written ending, in way it leaves no room for further discussion; it simply vanishes.

And like ink in water, it is hard to catch before it leaves completely. It simply stains other memories, giving a gray veil

that wasn't there before. But its echo - that noise it made while it lived, forever remains in your brain.

~ Ely C. Winters.

Me after coming back to this hellsite after 9 years

We are all stardust and stories✨

“You hold flaws so beautiful, even perfection aches with envy.

No. It aches with desire.

A sickening, damning desire,

That secretly slips to the soles of your feet to devour you whole.”

—— by CarpeVenus (@songs-of-venus)