Something within me wants to break free.
Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Théodore de Banville wr. c. May 1870
Something within me wants to break free.
How could your memory
fill my memory,
how is it your soul fills my soul?
Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes…
Unless you can be yourself, you won’t stay with anyone for long.
I had a task…to become a star in the sky.
“Her eyes are classic novels and poetry.”
— Isaac Marion (via balletmuse)
You, that at this moment are to me / Dearer than words on paper,
I would like my own body to turn into a heap of incense and sandalwood and you set a torch to it.
“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