every torn out page was worth the risk

delaney. 25. usa. tea drinker, coffee sipper, book reader, writer of poetry, music maker.

[archbudzar]

(C.B)(8.25.18)

[luthienne]

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]

[jouisance-deactivated20231209]

“apart from whatever might be underneath--under such things as “fear,” etc.—and which nauseates me, not because it’s nauseating but because my stomach is too weak; apart from all that, it may be even simpler than you say. something like: when one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. aren’t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? at the same time it’s really not that bad; that’s an exaggeration and lie, everything is an exaggeration, the only truth is longing, which cannot be exaggerated. but even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it’s really an expression of everything else, which is a lie. this sounds crazy and distorted, but it’s true. 

moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when i say you are what i love the most—you are the knife i turn inside myself, this love.

incidentally, you say the same thing: “they lack the strength to love,” shouldn’t that suffice to distinguish between “beast” and “man”?”

— franz kafka, letters to milena (prague, september 14, 1920)

[perfectquote]

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

[heartcountry]

“Take care of all your memories [… ] For you cannot relive them.”

— Bob Dylan, from “Open the Door, Homer,” The Basement Tapes (Columbia, 1975)

[aseaofquotes]

Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

[finita-la-commedia]

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” –  Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)

[thelovejournals]

I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.

Ryan O'Connell (via thelovejournals)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I like the feel of you. I like the noises you make. I love your faults. I love your voice. I love your truth. The world bores me to death (or rather my world does) – it bores me and irritates me when I’m away from you.

H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West written c. April 1913 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[resistandfight]

I am always moving toward you. On my bad days, I say to myself: “then you.” Sure, this now. But then you.

from “Laugh Lines” in The Dogs I Have Kissed by Trista Mateer (via resistandfight)

[natgeofound]

[whitepaperquotes]

Jessica Therese

[thelovejournals]

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

Margaret Atwood, Late Night (via thelovejournals)

[latenightcornerstore]

To whoever loves me next,   I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

TO WHOEVER LOVES ME NEXT by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[marcphun]

It used to be a dream. Now it’s you and me.

World I Wanted by Secret Nation (via marcphun)

[meinherzwirdtaub]

I want to sleep with you. Or next to you. It doesn’t matter. I just want to lay in your bed together and talk and laugh about silly things and personal thoughts. I just want to be with you.

(via wulgarny)

[diomedrian]

I will be anything. I will be anything if it means I get to be with you. I will be the sun if it means you’ll love me. I will be the sky if it means you’ll touch me. And you’ll be the only one touching me. I will be orange when you wrap your hands around my throat. Blue when you can’t sleep enough. You are every colour i will ever need. Put your hands on me and i will tremble and i will tremble all the stars with me. The entire sky will be burning with your name. Did i say it already? Do i get to repeat? Please. Let me say it again. Here, my hands, my shoulder. Would you like some coffee? I will be the mug and the coffee in it. Did you know your sighs are every prayer i ever needed? I like your knees. I like what your mouth does to my name.

Nayha Y. “Inali, poetry and other lovely things” (via thisdreamyyou)