eros the bittersweet

rainer maria rilke

part of the things i was able to get for myself during the holidays was an old copy a collection of rilke's poems. one of his sonnet drew all the air i had in me when i was reading it. it said:

'i am the rest between two notes.'

a few seconds ago, i tried to search for tattoo designs. apparently i am itching to get inked again and i am thinking of a major project this time. i was looking for things that will inspire me so i can conjure a design (and simply tell the artist about it) then i saw a photograph of lady gaga's tattoo on her inner left arm...and it's a quote from rilke, which says:


In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.