sydney

“-I don't know what to do with it -
-With what?
-With all the love I have for her. I don't know...where to - put it now.”
― Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag: The Scriptures

“My memory begins with my anger.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“We were constellations of misery pressed into a dark and desolate canvas. I had forgotten that the stars were still beautiful. I had forgotten that so were we.”
― Rocky Callen, A Breath Too Late

“I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.'

I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name