Temporary Palaces

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[adrasteiax]

my love was always woven with leaving

W.S. Merwin, from Variations To The Accompaniment Of A Cloud in “Garden Time" (via adrasteiax)

[metamorphesque]

— Frida Kahlo, The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[metamorphesque]

It’s not you I’ve lost, but the world.

Ingeborg Bachmann, A Kind of Loss (via metamorphesque)

[fables-of-the-reconstruction-de]

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.

T.S. Eliot, from “The Wasteland: What the Thunder Said”

[adrasteiax]

(…) what a punishing business it is, simply being alive.

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger (via adrasteiax)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

If I drowned in loss, I came up for breath in the taste of your mouth.

Depsy Boutris, from “In a Dream We Both Have,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 51, no. 1, January/February 2022)

[victoriajoan]

I have been deeply conscious of you all the time.

Lawrence Durrell, from Clea: Alexandria Quartet

[growing-orbits-blog]

I loved you on this day. I love this memory.

Joel Barish, from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Focus Features, 2004)

[antigonick]

How lush the world is, how full of things that don’t belong to me—

Louise Glück, excerpt of Vespers : Parousia (via antigonick)

[metaphorformetaphor]

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof. […] Love ends. But what if it doesn’t?

Ada Limon, from “The Hurting Kind,” The Hurting Kind: Poems

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

I desire violently, and I wait.

Anaïs Nin 

[laurapetrie]

Temporarily devotedly yours.

F. Scott Fitzgerald in a letter to Ginevra King

[endless-unfolding]

You moved in me, like prayer.

Rickey Laurentiis, from “King of Shade, King of Scorpions,” Whipped (Floating Wolf Quarterly, 2013)

[antigonick]

I would long for you through worlds, worlds.

Izumi Shikibu, excerpt of “Even If I Now Saw You—”  (via antigonick)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

This is my heart. Even if I can no longer use it … It’s my heart.

Naomi Kawase, from the screenplay Radiance (Comme des Cinéma & Kino Films, 2017)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

I am not the one that devours, I am being devoured (…)

Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, Julia Kristeva tr. Leon S. Roudiez (via holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe)