love me. forever. or never.

[thestorycanresume]

Jacquemus by David Luraschi

[arthetic]

[chocoandbass]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

The same cycle–excitement and despair, excitement and despair.

Alice Munro, from “Cortes Island,” published in The New Yorker c. 1988 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I lose everything, and everything belongs to oblivion,

Jorge Luis Borges, from The Complete Stories; “Borges and I,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I do think that it is hard for me to share myself with everyone. My introspection and queer thoughts always make me feel no one will understand – except someone I love. When I love someone, I make myself increasingly vulnerable to them – and give them the power to hurt me.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. May 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mournfulroses]

There was such need in her eyes. And then something monstrous.

[1juli]

[1juli]

The Greatest

[lifeinpoetry]

What if the nearest exit is within me?

Fiona Chamness, from “Secure Your Own Mask Before Helping Others,” publisher in HEArt (via oust)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My problem heart was a false me/you. And pursuit and withdrawal was too much right here.

Joanne Kyger, from As Ever: Selected Poems; “Back in Time,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[quotemadness]

No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

Simone de Beauvoir (via quotemadness)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Through the storms and through the calms she always keeps—and this is her strength—her instinct for self-preservation. She never gives herself entirely.

Simone de Beauvoir, from the preface of “La bâtarde,” written by Violette Leduc (via violentwavesofemotion)

[venuschild]

Repeat after me: I am the woman of my own dreams. I require no validation. My wish is my command. My life is my own. I build it. My voice is my own. I use it. I am relentless in my dedication to trusting myself. I am insatiable in my thirst for the extraordinary, and I do not settle for the mediocre. I Live Without Dead Time.

Robin Lee (via virgoassbitch)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

What matters is not to allow my whole life to be dominated by what is going on inside me. That has to be kept subordinate one way or another. What I mean is: one must not let oneself be completely disabled by just one thing, however bad; don’t let it impede the great stream of life that flows through you. I have the feeling of something secret deep inside me that no one knows about.

Etty Hillesum, fom a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Band of Outsiders (1964) dir. by Jean-Luc Godard

[ankosv]

n°13, shalom harlow at alexander mcqueen spring summer 1999

[ekphora-deactivated20190614]

I write to be coarsened, to be torn to pieces, and then to lose my importance, to unburden myself—for the text to take my place so that I exist less. There are only two ways I manage to free myself of me: by the idea of suicide and the idea of writing.

– Marguerite Duras, The Suspended Passion: Interviews (translated by Chris Turner)