when you have forgotten Sunday

every so often I think about hanif abdurraqib asking have I squandered my best chance at love & go a little bit insane

Today, even if for a moment, try to believe that things are going to be just fine. That in the long run, the pieces will fall together again. That things won't be so chaotic. Have hope. Do the hard work to get there. I know you can do this, I know you will find yourself content again.

may you find the courage to let yourself be vulnerable long enough to be truly seen, held, healed and protected

if you’re reading this is how you lose the time war and you don’t get an unexplainable ache in your chest every 3 pages, you’re reading it wrong.

i would like to spend the rest of my time loving things. so i will.

happy international mother language day to those who speak dialects, minority and indigenous languages, discriminated and endangered languages, “economically unprofitable”, “useless”, “unprestigious” languages and everyone who defends languages from colonialism and chauvinism

luv being part of the 1% (non euphoria watchers)

During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.