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millennial dissociation

[soracities]

Sophocles, Elektra (trans. Anne Carson)

[metaphorformetaphor]

He had no more strength to love her. Alive in him was solely the capacity to suffer because of her, the only thing remaining of love being deprivation and want. She could no longer give him anything but suffering. As for joy, it was dead.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)

[books-n-quotes]

The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you – whether because you didn’t get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to.

Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You (via books-n-quotes)

[buttonpoetry]

“Imagine choosing nothing at all. Imagine something hurting that bad.”

— Andrea Gibson, “The Day You Died Because You Wanted To"

[bostonpoetryslam]

If you’re me, it’s luxurious to go unobserved. When asked the inevitable question, whether I’d wear eyeliner if I was the last person on earth, no, hell no. Eyeliner is war. When I’m alone I lay my weapons down.

Diane Seuss, “[My favorite scent is my own funk, my least favorite scent, other],” published in The Rumpus

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Louise Glück

[crooked-queen]

i want to be savagely in love. i want even the wolves to fear the things we do beneath the moon.

i am not afraid of blood / nlp (via crooked-queen)

[wifiwife]

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.

Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.

The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982)

[macrolit]

The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.

Alan Paton (b. 11 January 1903), Cry, the Beloved Country (featured in our 15-book giveaway)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

There’s got to be someone for me. It’s not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.

Henry Rollins

[endless-unfolding]

“suppose the body did this to us, made us afraid of love–”

— Louise Glück, from “Crater Lake,” in Averno

[r0sebuddy]

Ocean of Fire by Inga Nielsen

[antigonick]

Then I turned round and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Mary Oliver, from Truro Bear & Other Adventures: Poems; “Coyote in the Dark,”

[mortalpractice]

then the moon is out again           the sliver in my chest waxes and bloats. an emptiness                swells more space than it should. yes, love, your absence fills me a sugarcane nausea     a tug in the throat        a waiting. — Caroline Shea, from “Diagnostic Notes on The Bachelorette,” published in Crab Fat Magazine

[leahberman]

You can meet me in the pale moonlight

Trillium Lake, Oregon

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Once upon a time, I loved you,

Sappho, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from “Poems and Fragments,” c. 1984