Lifediaryofann - Ann

"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"

— Bridgett Devoue

“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something. Words.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

A breath of an artist is an art in itself, bejewelled recollection of a billion poignant tales. A heroic poetry of a broken heart that mends a million cracks around.

-Anneshwa 🌻

do you still feel my sickness in your bones?

😌💛

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

You glow bright and then fade away, like a dream at night meaning nothing when it's day.

Anneshwa ✨

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”