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[joywritesj]

If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again

-Haruki Murakami

[joywritesj]

It’s not that I like silence, or disappearing from the face of the earth, but sometimes I feel like I like doing that so that you’d come check on me, so that you’d ask how I’m doing, maybe because I like answering that, though no one asks, maybe because you’re the only one who does so. you asked me is everything okay once and I’ve kept that picture ever since.

[joywritesj]

It's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. A little over three weeks left. I'm almost afraid of the intensity of that happiness.

-Vladimir Nabakov, letters to vera

[joywritesj]

It’s crazy how you think some things are normal, until you see them the other way around, until you’re proven that they’re not. It’s crazy how you’re so fine with some acts, how trivial they seem, that the thought of them being misplaced never even crosses your mind. you haven’t been given unconditional love, so you move mountains at the touch of a kind heart, that you say thank you over and over again until the act loses its meaning or they grow tired of it. you think it’s normal that no one knows your favorite things, until a girl you’ve spoken to for two days remembers more of you than your decade long friend. you’ve been ignored your whole life, you think it’s normal to hear the apologizes days after their disappearance from the face of earth, until you receive a text of someone saying sorry in advance that they won’t be replying for a day or two. you haven’t been asked if you’re okay, really, until someone does it and you end up crying on the streets, are you okay, really? you’re not, you haven’t been for the longest time.

[joywritesj]

Won't admit what I already know

I've never been the best at letting go

-Stay, Alessia Cara

[joywritesj]

+ you still miss him, don’t you?

- that’s too small of a word to describe it,

every cell in my body devours his absence.

[joywritesj]

There’s science in our lives

And in love and how we perceive it

and there’s a talk that no two people

See colors the same way as another person

white was his favorite color

like beginnings

And I was never able to look at it

the same way again

Blue was mine,

Like raindrops on the window,

or tears, of broken wings

then our lives got green

I grew and he taught me so many things

and sometimes love is doing the right thing

even if that would leave your heart

Dark and bleak

and ‘the end’ was orange for both of us

but does your orange

Still looks the same as mine?

do you still see blue the way I see it?

I know you do

I know you did

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But I still whisper all my stories to your ear

[joywritesj]

The simple lack of her is more to me than others presence.

-Edward Thomas

[joywritesj]

If it doesn't go away by the time I turn thirty

I made a mistake and I'll tell you I'm sorry

"Sorry"

[joywritesj]

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

[joywritesj]

Cause I can tell that I'm projecting half the time

I lack context so I've made up all these lies

It's the only thing that helps me sleep at night

[joywritesj]

I hope you know that in every dawn I find your light

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How empty of me to be so full of you.

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Tied to one another by the bonds of the earth, by intelligence, heart and flesh, nothing, I know, can surprise or separate us.

-Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, correspondance (February, 1950)

[joywritesj]

We met, we recognised each other, we abandoned ourselves one to the other. We have lived a love of burning, pure crystal. Do you realise what happiness we have, and what has been given to us?

-Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, correspondance (June, 1950)

[joywritesj]

To lose you is to die in a certain way.

-Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, correspondance (July 1, 1949)