Evince

Summertime.

You can’t spend more than five minutes on something that won’t matter in five years.

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“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.”

— Ruthie Lindsey

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Anne Sexton, The Black Art

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لا تسرِق فرحة أحد، لا تقهر قلب أحد، أعمارنا قصيّرة؛ وفِي قبورنا نحتاج من يدعي لنا لا علينا

Do not steal the happiness of anyone, and do not trouble the heart of anyone. Our lives are short, and in our graves we will be in need of those who pray for us and not against us.

I feel for every convict who has had his people stop writing to him and I immensely connect with the mystery behind being out of touch.

Gut Feelings.

I have an idea. I have many ideas. I write only in the form of ideas. I imagine my ideas in a present time real life but at the end of the sentence an idea is an idea and the only thing that can bring it to life is that one person that has the same idea. The worst thing of all is that I have no idea whatsoever who this person is. For once I am out of ideas.