“All the lust in your lungs,
All the sirens in my mouth.
(Unspeakable)”— “Hedonism“, The Cynical Idealist. (via thecynical-idealist)
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“All these months have been one blind torture,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
“I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”
— Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring
“Not being able to touch you is the worst kind of agony.”
— Viola CN (via wnq-writers)
Wondering how I got into all this and how will I ever get out.
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Campbell Beckett c. September 1946
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
Victor Hugo
“Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 45
I can’t be apart from you any more.
Victor Hugo, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Tomorrow at Dawn,”
You know my desire. I have only one.
It has your face and your form and the term of my life.
Colette, from a letter to Henry de Jouvenel written c. November 1912
She smiled and her face was heartbreaking.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Garden of Eden,”
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