I just wanted flowers for my birthday.
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@anathetease
I just wanted flowers for my birthday.
And I try to hold you closer. I hug your body and hear your heart hoping I can somehow will myself to feel as close as we once were. But all I feel is empty, and tired, and sore. Your words hurt the nonphysical I can't touch in me. The dreams of love and future feel interrupted.
Those rare intensities of love and anguish Are cheapened when you swamp them with souped-up ebulliences, A professional liveliness that wears so thin. There must be a poetry for that other state When I am feeling precisely nothing, there must Be an interesting way to write about it.
Phillip Lopate-Numbness
“One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”
— Sophia Dembling
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)
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I yearn for the ecstasies of writing, reading, music, philosophy, contemplation; I yearn for that room I saw through an open window, lined with books, suspended over life, where nothing ever turns to dregs, where landings are not crash landings.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1, 1931-1934 (via luthienne)
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When a nuclear war begins, get ready to strip down to your skivvies. Clipped from Atomic Bombing: How to Protect Yourself, 1950.
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I’d like to be what they call relaxed, but I churn, I always churn.
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Sybille Bedford featured in Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
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