“Do you like me? Would you miss me if I disappeared? Have you been depressed?”
— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. August 1927
Etikett: him with a capital h
In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.
Charles Baudelaire
No matter what, I want you to succeed and be happy, even if it’s without me.
How could your memory
fill my memory,
how is it your soul fills my soul?
Sophocles, from Elektra, trans. Anne Carson, ‘An Oresteia’.
your eyes, like honey.. mean the world to me and more.
Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes…
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Samuel Bowles, c. December 1858.
being called baby?????? holding hands????!? being KISSED?!!!?!???????
Can I please just kiss you a lot
You, that at this moment are to me / Dearer than words on paper,
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Sonnets,”
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
“The Bait”, John Donne
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