me on a bad day: i need a deluxe treat

“O Allah, indeed I love You, so make me a servant whom You love.

[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]

— James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk

'pansies in a green vase,' wilson davis ellis, american c. 1954.

Sylvia Plath

The pleasure of sin ended, all that’s left is its punishment