#╰ * river : prose ⧽

[derangedrhythms]

[...] we experienced the phenomenon that lovers who are not yet lovers recognise; they are not touching, yet they feel the charge. The space in between is filled with energy. The spark. The dance. The movement.

Jeanette Winterson, Night Side of the River; from ‘No Ghost Ghost Story’

[thefamiliarstrangers100]

“The war will end. The leaders will shake hands. The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. That girl will wait for her beloved husband. And those children will wait for their heroic father. I don’t know who sold our homeland. But I saw who paid the price.”

— Mahmoud Darwish; Palestinian poet.

[twinsfawn]

on transness, friendship, and being cradled by the earth

[resqectable]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[thoughtkick]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[megairea]

She is your last and true and only love, he thought, and that’s not evil. It is only unfortunate.

Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees, 1950

[thehopefulquotes]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[surqrised]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[perfeqt]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[thespilledquotes]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[derangedrhythms]

I am still haunting myself.

Jeanette Winterson, Night Side of the River; from ‘The Spare Room’

[austin-friars]

Echo - Georgina Rossetti / Name - Goo Goo Dolls / I once begged someone -Unknown / Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens / Should've Known Better - Richard Marx / Heaven and Purgatory - Austin Friars

[quotefeeling]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[bones-ivy-breath]

Everywhere a River by Emily Ransdell, from New Letters.

[thepersonalwords]

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams