A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.

– Khaled Hosseini – A Thousand Splendid Suns

Ph : Will Davidson

Between lines, poetry lay burning

ashes of stories I stayed awake at night recounting

a rejected part of my humanity

that I cannot forget

that I will never forget.

October has left me with blood on my hands,

and wilted flowers in my hair

but I am a wound trying to heal

the stripes on my skin mark growth

life will emerge in the face of cold winter air

life will radiate like northern lights

gleaming like the energy of all souls combined

against a wall of star encrusted darkness.

___LN ( Lydia )

Ph : Man Ray

I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ ‘My insides don’t match up with my outsides.’ ‘Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m only me.’ ‘Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.’ ‘But it’s worse for me.’ ‘I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him.’ ‘Probably. But it really is worse for me.

– Jonathan Safran Foer – Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Ph : Stephane Coutelle

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.

– Khaled Hosseini – A Thousand Splendid Suns

Ph : Peter Martin

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you …

– Pablo Neruda –

Ph : Will Davidson