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jenny zhang, in an interview with thora siemsen
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“It’s nothing; I’m here; I’m still here.”
— Arthur Rimbaud, Selected Poems & Letters; “What do they mean to us,” (via 00v)
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— MARIA PAWLIKOWSKA-JASNORZEWSKA.
Did it ever occur to you that I loved you as much as a man can love a woman? Loved you for years before I finally got you? During the war I'd go away and try to forget you, but I couldn't and I always had to come back. After the war I risked arrest, just to come back and find you. I cared so much I believe I would have killed Frank Kennedy if he hadn't died when he did. I loved you but I couldn't let you know it. You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
Rhett Butler, Gone With the Wind.
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“People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop upAnd the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.”
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via oofpoetry)
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Wouldn’t we be quite the pair?—you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.
a letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to her husband F. Scott Fitzgerald (via floriental)
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“Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room.”
— Richard Siken, from “Black Telephone” (via oydsseus)
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Socialism never took root in America because the poor there see themselves not as an exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.
John Steinbeck. (via mirroir)
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It’s a thrill to say No.
The way it smothers
everything that beckons―
Dana Levin, from “According to the Gospel of Yes,” published in Poem-a-Day (via lifeinpoetry)
Source: poets.org
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Amy Gerstler, “Advice from a Caterpillar”
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by the time i’ve finished with you, you won’t know whether you’ve been kissed or cut, whether you were loved or butchered. and either way you probably won’t care, just grateful you came close enough to touch.
Warsan Shire, “under their breath, someone said.” (via facinaoris)
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They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
William Golding, Lord of the Flies (via thelovejournals)
Source: thelovejournals
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I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice (via thequotejournals)
Source: thequotejournals
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Attracted to each other, a man and a woman connect through lust. The communication joining them depends on the nakedness of their laceration. Their love signifies that neither can see the being of the other but only a wound and a need to be ruined. No greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound.
Georges Bataille, Guilty (via bruisedplumkiss)
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And I?
I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.
Hélène Cixous, from The Book of Promethea, tr. by Betsy Wing (University of Nebraska Press, 1991)
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Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table…
W.H. Auden, Collected Poems
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