la vie en (p)rose

You could say that love stories were like journeys by train, And sometimes when I see those travellers I’d like to be one again, Why do you think so many people wait at the platform gate? Why do you think we stress so much when we arrive a little late?

[lauraharricrs]

[jupitersmusings]

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sext: *an endless grinding and cracking of teeth on bone*

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[starfoozle]

Melancholy Stations, James A. Reeves.

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                                                      Do not                                                               hurt                                                            him

                                                                      I will                                                                          rip                                                                             you                                                                                 apart.

[bob-belcher]

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She appears frail and small, but sharp and incisive bodily too, with a presence full of nervous energy and nervous fire like a bird. As she talks her focus is impeccable, her language subtle. Quick-witted and graceful.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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[septembergloom]

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[nonalimmen]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.

Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose And Diary Excerpts; “Stone Boy with Dolphin,”

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Emma Rigby on set of short film, Ze Graula.

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