❝ And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.
— Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo
❝ I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
· Anonymous · asked: Hi cryptic person, thank you for your kind reply! You seem remarkable sensitive, and to cheer you up I have an Arabic love-poem for you: “I do not resemble your other lovers, my Lady. Should another give you a cloud, I give you rain. Should he give you a lantern, I will give you the moon. Should he give you a branch, I will give you the trees. And if another gives you a ship – I shall give you the journey…” Hopefully you could smile a little bit about all this romantic silliness, take care: <3
Hullo to you too! It was a pleasure really.
Oh my, how lovely of you. It did make me smile, thank you. I am flattered as always that you think of me enough to make such gracious gestures. Bless your dear soul for brightening a stranger’s day in the kindest of ways. You too x
❝ I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals
— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper