#the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving

[firstfullmoon]

Jason Shinder, “The Party”

[simmyfrobby]

re: eschatology (poem-a-day), have you read small kindnesses by danusha laméris? (this is liv @crossbackpoke-check on main lol)

i know it and i love it!!! mostly we dont want to harm each other!!!! thanks for reminding me of this poem!!!!!

[bondbreaking]

when you accidentally get too tipsy at a work event

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

— Mikko Harvey, from "For M," Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)

[oldwinesoul]

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

// Mikko Harvey

[mistynatruther]

sasharcy is SO good from marcy’s pov, don’t get me wrong!!

but from sasha’s?????

the realization of what she’s taken granted for years?? the pining for someone she doesn’t think she can have ??? the feelings she’s felt before but didn’t have a name for ??

sasharcy from sasha’s pov is just

“it was you i was meant to love all the while”

“in a dream i don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap”

“your pleading love-me eyes. i have always loved you. always dreaded you.”

“the number of hours we have have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

“you are not me and i am not you. but you and i are the same thing.”

they’re just THE dynamic ever !!!!

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

{Quote:Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018) paintings: pinterest}

[reesoliloquy]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

-Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no.9, September 2018)

Painting: The Wooing of Daphnis by Arthur Lemon, Welsh (1850-1912)

[vanillalore]

"the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it." - mikko harvey

[are-we-really-differnt]

" The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. So, please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of leaving. Please forget your things and come back later for it to me. "

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 voicemails and nine minutes of us

✰ pairings: jeongin x fem!reader

✰ genre: angst, fluff and romance

✰ warnings: angst, mentions of comparing to someone else, hopeless unrequited love, enemies to unrequited love. jeongin is actually a simp

✰ word count: 1.2k + words

JEONGIN | chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin

one 𖨂

i’ve always watched you sitting across from me in the library. i’ve always watched you talk and i could watch you for hours. but i cannot watch you fall in love with someone else and pretend i’m not screaming for you to choose me. and during those long nights, i dreamt of things i could say to you, things that would make you notice me in a rather different perspective. but that didn’t happen. and now we’re like strangers, one with the pretending-to-forget phase… but one thing i’ll always know is that; i have always belonged to you. and for that i suffer.

two 𖨂

loving you wasn’t easy. it was like blankly staring at a forever closed and broken door, hoping someday it will by some miracle open and you’d care to look back and see how long i’ve been waiting for you. it was a feeling that made my heart burn. it made my insides tingle every single time you talked to me. though the talks were just meaningless insults or silly little fights. you are the person i long to hold in my arms even if it is just for mere seconds. and you are the person i wish to run for love and warmth when it isn’t. it’s strange isn’t it? how love changes you bit by bit. but i wanted love. i wished for love. for you to try and love me back. not a lesson. i didn’t want love to become a lesson that i’ll regret. a lesson which will make me reluctant to experience love again.

three 𖨂

and i know that the number of hours we have together are not much. so please, linger near the door uncomfortably instead of leaving me all alone. please find ten stupid excuses to run back the time so i get to see you once again and for longer this time. why couldn’t you see that i loved you? why couldn’t you see the person behind those stupid fights? but i guess it was my fault as well, for making up my image as your enemy. and making you hate me. and before i knew it– i was stuck. in an endless loop of us. time and again, i replayed our scenes all night long. i recollected the times you looked at me and hoped your eyes were filled with love. but instead they were filled either with annoyance or hatred, that i pretended to oversee it. you’re my favourite person but i’m sorry for wanting you like a lover and making you hate me. that’s why i hoped. i fell in love with hope. i fell in love with dreams that couldn’t be real. i fell in love with every moment wishing that you did too. but i was a maybe, a perhaps, a second chance but never the one conquering your thoughts. i’m also sorry to myself for holding on to you invisibly, knowing it’s better to let go. so i’ll just say two things for now. i’m sorry, i love you.

four 𖨂

i know what you’re thinking, my love. you’re most likely scoffing in disbelief, frail fingers holding up your phone against your ear and those large, round eyes are wide in confusion. you’re wondering why i haven’t said any of these to you before. and to be honest, i’m not quite sure myself. one moment i wanted to run away and the next i found a photo of you, from the yearbook, neatly placed in my wallet and it made me realise just how different i thought you were. i had this version of you in my head where you would cook me your cinnamon rolls and i would give you back hugs. where i would wake up beside you with your arms wrapped around my torso. or simply where i could just talk to you, no pretending any feelings, just a normal conversation on how our days went. but then i realised, that version… it was far too out of reach. i have no clue what you think of me after this. no clue if you would ever even want to be my friend, but please don’t ignore me, sunshine. it truly breaks my heart. it makes me feel like i did something wrong and even if i probably have, let’s go back to being rivals. let’s go back at hating each other. at least i’ll find a reason to be close to you when i can.

five 𖨂

i want to be done with love, but my heart swells with all the love i have. but i want to give it away now, to someone who would take care of my heart just like i did with yours. to someone who would think of me and look at me as if the world was ending. and i know these thoughts of mine seem surreal, but this is how i viewed you. from the last desk, just silently observing you. and i never knew love could make you feel things that you’ve never felt before. like cottages near seashores, with little puppies running all around. i’ve always been afraid of moving– experiencing changes… but with you, there’s something different. you make everything feel easy and carefree. like that one time you went paragliding all alone, even though you had a fear of heights. you’re brave. very brave sweetheart. i don’t even know if you’ll even allow me to call you that again, but it felt good. and even though i might be acting pretty weird, just know it’s all real.

six 𖨂

i’ve noticed this quite a few times, but whenever you’re not around i feel lost. i feel empty. and then out of a sudden you came and hugged me, then cried in my shoulder. i didn’t know why. and yet it made me sad. but it made me question whether you were so comfortable with me that you didn’t hesitate, because maybe you thought i could give you comfort? maybe? it was the most slow 9 minutes of my life, where you just stood next to me without uttering a word and then you said sorry before walking away. it made every inch of me to not hold your wrist and stop you from walking away. but i didn’t. because i know that no matter how hard i try, your heart… it will always belong to him.

seven 𖨂

i often compare myself with him to figure out what it is that he has but i don’t. what is it that you love him a bit too deeply? maybe it’s the way he laughs. maybe it’s his talks. or maybe it’s him. just him that you want. i wish i could be him. or at least be him for one day, to know how it feels to be loved by someone you so deeply care about. tell me please, so i’ll back off. so i’ll know that you and i, we were just enemies with misunderstandings. just say it, ane i’ll walk away without ever looking back. i’ll never again talk to you if you want. but i need words darling. i’ll give my word that i do love you, but i will not hesitate to give up this love for your sake, your happiness. if not this time, maybe we weren’t destined. so i’ll pray to the gods that in every singe one of my lives, i am with you. always.

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[arylleth]

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

[tired-inferi]

Quotes that that remind me of the Peter pettigrew in the fic I’m writing:

“And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that’s still alive”

“The number of hours we have together is actually not that large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back for it later”

“I didn’t feel at home in life”. -Anne sextion

“I replay that moment every night in my head”

“I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.” -Baeu Taplin

“I know this feeling of being a ghost in your life- no one sees you, no one feels you, so you stay still as if you could actually disappear at any moment”

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me and put me back together again. That sort of feeling.” -Haruki Murakami

“You can redecorate absence however you want, but you’re still gonna feels what’s missing.” -Siobhan Vivian

[kingofmelancholia]

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

Unknown.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

[draftmonologue]

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

On Absurdism

1. Albert Camus— The Stranger / 2. Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth —Sacrifice and Bliss / 3. Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) / 4. Emil Cioran— On Heights of Despair / 5. Clarice Lispector / 6. Albert Camus— The Myth of Sisyphus / 7. Franz Kafka / 8. Ivan Turgenev—Fathers and Sons / 9. C'mon C'mon—Mike Mills/ 10. Mikko Harvey — No regrets