“But I miss you to the point of anguish. I’d like to see you and have you to myself — just to myself — for a long, long while.”
— Simone de Beauvoir – From Letters to Sartre (via watchoutforintellect)
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Just one look at you, and I was lost.
R.K. Lilley, In Flight
My heart, my heart betrayed me.
Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “A Heart Beneath a Cassock,”
Good taste is death. Vulgarity is life.
Mary Quant
And the sweet little angel couldn’t keep her eyes off the devil.
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“She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.”
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park (via altogetherweathered)
“Eternal, fragile, enigmatic, bright.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Tony Barnstone, from “Music Box,”
I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.
Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June
“I greatly feel the loneliness of the soul —”
— Radclyffe Hall, from a letter to Eugenia Souline written c. October 1934
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars / but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths / among the branches of the perfect trees.
Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings: Poems; “Sleeping in the Forest,”
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