I would like my own body to turn into a heap of incense and sandalwood and you set a torch to it.
Mirabai, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “Don’t Go,”
Etikett: about astrid
“I wish I wasn’t such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.”
“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”
— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain
“She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,”
— Harold Monro, from Before Dawn (Poems & Impressions); “Milk for the Cat,” (via honeymoonphantasmagoria)
me, randomly, at 3am: i. must clean my room. and try on some outfits. and then i should draw something. it will be beautiful. also i should make a pot of rice ….!!!!!!!! i have never felt this alive
Le genou de Claire, dir. Eric Rohmer (1970)
I am alone in my room, between two worlds.
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,”
Fuck… Sometimes I forget it’s not 1976.
me, not yet a mother or a wife: I love my husband and children and I would die for them
So alive, so beautiful,
yet so tormented;
Osip Mandelstam, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “You Stand In My Path,”
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