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I have to be a slut online it's for my health
[...] that mysterious and terrible and well-known yearning of one human body for another [...]
Iris Murdoch, from 'The Philosopher's Pupil'
[...] the strange way she had of kissing him, sometimes using her teeth, biting him as if to signify the sudden savagery of her love, her desire to completely possess him.
Leïla Slimani, from 'Lullaby', tr. Sam Taylor
Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons; from ‘Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?’
richard siken really said "sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them."
“There are some eyes that can eat you.”
— Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Erl-King”
Gregory Orr, from ‘Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved’
— Franz Kafka, from “Letters to Felice.”
“I have this horrible feeling that I’ll end up destroying some one”
— Atsushi Sakurai, Taiji (English Translation)
a taste of death, a touch of lust
You affect me in ways I can’t quantify or contain. All I can measure is the effect, and the effect is that I am out of control.
Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Written on the Body’
[…] in you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness, the fullness […]
Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.
Gabriel García Márquez, from ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’, tr. Edith Grossman