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someone once said that Irina might told young Ilya those words before and I could not help but make this little scene

The quote from 1x06 «The Cottage»

(pts. 1 & 2)

·”Sing like your skin / is not humming with / “I’m sorry”s; promise / never to offer the / soft of you to those / who would call you / weak for letting / them see it, in all its / stunning vulnerability.” from “those who dare be women, come with me”, Emma Bleker.

·”There are people in this / world that will make words / you thought you understood / burn beneath your tongue / like firecrackers; I hope you / hold them close. I hope you / keep all their fire alive / within you.” from “keeping warm in all this cold weather”, Emma Bleker.

·”Before you, there / was no burning, / only fear of fire. […] Before this, there / was no loving, only / fear of hurt.” from “words i am learning to pronunce”, Emma Bleker.

·”You have to understand, when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see.” from Andrea Gibson’s poetry.

·”There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.” from Ashe Vernon’s poetry.

·”Some beekeepers speak the language of bees; / some speak the language of honey.” from “Skinny”, Meggie Royer.

·”When I was young, my grandmother taught me the shortest distance / between two people is the distance they are willing to walk / to reach one another.” from “on having sex with strangers just to feel okay”, Meggie Royer.

·”Virginia, I still mistake the sadness inside my head for a flood / when sometimes it’s just a current I can learn to ride.” from “Plea to Virginia Woolf”, Meggie Royer.

·”There are poems / inside of you / that paper can’t / handle.” from Yasmin Z.’s poetry (@heartcountry).

·”and when it hurts to swallow down all the pain, / I’ll kiss your neck so it goes down easier, […] even after I’m dead / and I’ll tell all the other ghosts / about your holy mouth, / and they’ll want to kiss you so bad, / they’ll come back to life.” from Yasmin Z.’s poetry (@heartcountry).