Sofia

“This must be
what love is:

a pain so radiant
it cuts through all others.”
― Sara Eliza Johnson, Bone Map: Poems

“In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring...”
― André Gide

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
― Kait Rokowski