Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #4 // “Maybe I already do”

“As if the clay you were made of, was kneaded with rose water وكأن طينك الذي خلقت منه ، مجبول بماء الورد”

— Rami al-Tobasi

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the two headed calf poem and vincent d'onofrio’s tweet about pigs both hit me so hard and both have the exact same energy. there’s just something about the innocence of simple creatures and how they gaze at the stars the same way we do

I think the fast paced society we live in currently has brainwashed me into thinking i can upgrade myself and my life just as fast as when i restart my computer or phone. I have forgotten the natural cycles of life… how the moon takes her time to be full or how the crops take their time to grow their fruits. 

“loving you is effortless. like riding a bike or tying your shoes for the thousandth time. loving you is like singing along to my favorite song. it is not forced, it is not laborious, it is not a chore. even in our darkest hour when you ask me if i still love you the word yes will fall from my mouth as quickly and as easily as if i were asked my own name. loving you is effortless. nothing has ever come more naturally to me.”

— she’s my entire fucking world (via ddisintegrate)

i don’t think native english speakers can ever fully appreciate the emotion i felt when i first found out that the vulnerable spot on the side of your forehead which is arguably the best spot to be kissed is called your temple 

“My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

— Anaïs Nin (via girl-milk)

@comegetmesaviour

“I bow to the daydreams I buried myself in,”

— Hannu Mäkelä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: Dream On Happiness Number 5 (via fire-in-the-aviary)

and the lamb said: being soft does not mean being sacrificial.

DO care. DID ask. plus... you’re intrinsically a good person, a person with value, and i believe in us and our capacity to grow strong, survive, and find love in our future— and leave behind us an honourable legacy that says we were here and we existed and did our best and were kind to each other and listened carefully to the world and to ourselves.

my favorite part about the Moon is she’s there for me even when I’m not there for me

“There is no great difference between novels and banana bread. They are both just something to do. They are no substitute for love. The difficulties and complications of love — as they exist on the other side of this wall, away from my laptop — is the task that is before me, although task is a poor word for it, for unlike writing, its terms cannot be scheduled, preplanned or determined by me. Love is not something to do, but something to be experienced, and something to go through — that must be why it frightens so many of us and why we so often approach it indirectly.”

— Zadie Smith, from Intimations