“You are really a strange little creature.”
— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “When We Dead Awaken,”
Etikett: poetry
She smells of salt water, the sea.
Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via loveage-moondream)
I’m afraid I can’t explain myself…Because I am not myself, you see?
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
You could open all that is locked up in me.
Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “When We Dead Awaken,”
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
“My own mind is driving me insane and I can’t run away from it.”
— Unknown
“We shall meet in the place where there is no more darkness.”
— George Orwell // 1984
It’s a mess inside me, ghost.
Wren Hanks, from “The Ghost Incites a Genderqueer Pledge of Allegiance,” The Rise of Genderqueer
“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.”
— Joanne Harris
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