you taught me the courage of stars before you left
how light carries on endlessly, even after death
with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite
- saturn, sleeping at last

‘we’re all kind of weird
and twisted
and drowning’
you taught me the courage of stars before you left
how light carries on endlessly, even after death
with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite
- saturn, sleeping at last
i love the color red, it’s so versatile. red: lust love romance roses sensuality. red: blood hatred angst anger.
the pillow book (1996)
forget summer, bring on fall
mad about you : rina sawayama for gucci
“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”