[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

There are some thoughts I simply cannot endure.

Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I have fought for you within myself, from the beginning, over and over again, with sickening consistency, and perhaps forever.”

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer featured in Letters to Felice (x)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have seduced my soul.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, from “Sad Waters,” released c. 1986 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[the-book-diaries]

…do you sometimes long to escape?

Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (via the-book-diaries)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

I’m so good at beginnings, but in the end I always seem to destroy everything, including myself.

Kiera Van Gelder (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

mercy, andrea dworkin

[vinylespassion]

Frank Sinatra

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am pretty much disgusted with human behavior most of the time.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Edward Cohen written c. August 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[shots-ofkarak-deactivated202008]

“إذا أحب القلب شيئاً رأته العين جنةً”

“and when the heart loves something the eyes see it as paradise”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And my loneliness is heavier than life.

Ioanna Tsatsou, tr. by Jean Demos, from Collected Poems; “Come To Me, I Am Beautiful,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Ioanna Tsatsou, tr. by Jean Demos, from The Collected Poems; “The Mystery,”

[mortally-sad]

Life hurts a lot more than death

Jim Morrison (via mortally-sad)

[sacredwhores]

Bernard Queysanne - The Man Who Sleeps (1974)

[uncristalitoroto]

how soon is now?, the smiths c. 1984 (req @enjoy-the-s1lence​)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

The agony of grief, passionate, passionate grief,

D. H. Lawrence, from “The Lost Girl,” originally published c. 1920 (edited)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I, with my romantic need and longing,

Susan Sontag, from a journal entry featured in Reborn: Journals & Notebooks (1947-1963)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I gaze into the depths of your dark eyes, those haunting depths so closely related to the soul of my soul.

Novalis, tr. by Mabel Cotterell, from Selected Writings; “Hymns To The Night,” (via violentwavesofemotion)