“‘a Hymn To The Love That Dares Not Speak Its Name.’ Not For All Eyes But Just For Those Women

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

Bernhard Schlink (via quotemadness)

#Quoteoftheday

Irreplaceable

I miss you like the plants miss to be showered by the sun’s rays during the night

I miss you like the desert misses the rain during the dry season

I miss you like a child misses their mother in their absence

Occasionally, in the midst of the night I’m able to hear your cries or the sounds of your whimpering when you’d been hurt

I recall the misery in your eyes the day you returned home with blood dripping from your head the voices of agony haunt me when the moon replaces the sun at night

The image of the twinkle in your baby like moonlight eyes will eternally remain in my mind, body and soul

You’ve enchanted my shattered black heart with your stardust and even when it turns to nothing but ashes, it’ll forever remain besotted by you

You are irreplaceable

Sometimes I just think depression’s one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there’s so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

Ned Vizzini (via quotemadness)

show me the places where the others gave you scars (insp.)

~ Clouds and stars and scapes of blue always veil the thoughts of you. Something deeper than desire has fallen amongst us, yet I feel that the promises of forever will inevitably stumble into a void between maybe and never. But if had the choice, I’d somehow bind our chapters into a story. I’d peer into tomorrow and maybe witness your wish to stay. Yet a part of me dares not to disturb the door of fate (or maybe I am too scared of what I would see beyond it)。

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"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)

tonight I can write (the saddest lines) by pablo neruda / interview with andrew garfield on the late show / hilary stanton zunin / glass, irony, and god by anne carson / fleabag (2016-2019) / maya angelou / the return of the king by jrr tolkien / wandavision (2021-) / jamie anderson

I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here.