“When will I stop belonging
to this hungry thing inside me?”— Clementine von Radics, from “The Spring Everything Grew Wild and the Rain Came Down Like Punishment,” Mouthful of Forevers (via softpity)
Etikett: quote
She had been sharing too much for too long.
Stephanie Baron, from “The White Garden: A Novel of Virginia Woolf,”
You’ll be damned if you do, but damned, by me, if you don’t.
Sulpicia, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from “Advice to a Lover on his Birthday,”
“I am sick, sick. With this desperate fury.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1819
Attended by roses, by kisses,
Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Fever
103º,” wr. c. October 1961
Upstairs, I’m in bed with the lights off. Smoking in the center of
my dirty dress. I am my dirty dress.
— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#34,” Premonitions
“I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me.”
— Marc Maron
“My head was heavy: I was deathly sad.”
— Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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