I have emotions
that are like newspapers that
read themselves.

I go for days at a time
trapped in the want ads.

I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:

18 rooms
$37,000
I’m yours
ghosts and all.

Richard Brautigan, “Real Estate” (via rarararambles)
عِندَمآ أحَببتُكِ؛ أحْببتُ مْدينَة تَسكُنيها، أحَببتُ حُروفَ إسمُكِ، صَوتكِ، ضَحكتُكِ، أحَببتُكِ أنتِ و كَل مْآيتَعلقُ بكِ.
When I loved you; I loved the city that you lived in, I loved the spelling of your name, your voice, your laugh, I loved you and everything about you.
Samir Giad (via warag-3nb)
If you think you can grasp me, think again
my story flows in more than one direction
a delta springing from the riverbed
with its five fingers spread.
Adrienne Rich, “Delta” (via hush-syrup)