We don’t know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You’re moody, and I am your shadow.
Let’s step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.
That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.
Anna Akhmatova, from “We Don’t Know How to Say Goodbye,” in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (Zephyr Press, 2000)
"but i have an infinite tenderness for you. that, i’ll always have. all my life long."
— blue is the warmest color (2013)
I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?
[aggressively hums the Game of Thrones theme at you progressively louder over the next month]
man sometimes i forget that some people aren’t even a little bit queer.