Adelaide

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“But race is the child of racism, not the father.”
― Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

“The Buddha said that responding to email and Twitter is like sweeping the sands from the banks of the Ganges River.” “The Buddha said that?” “Well, maybe not. But the point remains the same. Some tasks are impossible, even if you are a Buddha. Even if you have eleven heads and a thousand arms.”
― Ruth Ozeki, The Book of Form and Emptiness

“and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you”
― E.E. Cummings