“I could live almost completely in imagination.”
— Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012 (via nomfacesplorar)
Etikett: about astrid
I still haven’t come to my senses,
Anna Akhmatova, from a diary entry written c. January 1959
And
Her soul!
Her soul is consumed by this longing!
Sappho, excerpt of Atthis (tr. by George Theodoris)
The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
Angela Carter
“All dark, all bloody, my heart,”
— Charles Baudelaire, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “A Voyage to Cythera,”
What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.
“There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.”
— Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong (via weltenwellen)
I looked for love in things that were not love.
Florence Welch, referring to what inspired her to write the song “Hunger,”
She had such a thirst for destruction,
Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “In Search of Lost Time,”
“I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away. I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise. And you’re just like your father, so you will. You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will. I’m that girl.”— (via queer-lust)
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