Heart Stills

'Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters' - E.H.

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“Adonais: An Elegy on the death of John Keats,” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

[luthienne]

It is dark again. / I am sick of it / filled with it / dulled by it / thick with it.

Eavan Boland, from New Collected Poems (via petrichour)

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Teach me to survive you.

Erin Belieu, from Black Box; “In The Graveyard” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[quothveronica-deactivated202006]

Why don’t you write books that people can read?…

Nora Joyce: 1884-1965

to her husband, James

(via quothveronica)

[hplyrikz]

I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.

Sylvia Plath (via hplyrikz)

[heartstills]

[thoodleoo]

i hate when people make too many greek and roman mythology puns. it really starts to

get on minerva

[bonvivanski]

[lostbeyondrepair]

xo followez moi & send someone to cuddle me ox

[lifeinpoetry]

… just like the desire to write: a desire to live self from within… for language, for blood.

Hélène Cixous, from “The Laugh of the Medusa” (via lifeinpoetry)

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You’ll come. You must. I love you. It’ll be good.

Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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My feeling for you is deeper than love.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Bertrand de Jouvenel (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I lived under his spell while I was with him. I sort of let him run my life. And I never regret it.

D.H. Lawrence, from Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via violentwavesofemotion)

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And I thought about you, and thought about you, and thought about you…

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Still, secrets can be very sweet. Can they not?

James Joyce, from Exiles: A Play In Three Acts (via violentwavesofemotion)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became.

W.H. Auden, The Model (via whyallcaps)

[metaphorformetaphor]

I’ll always come back.

Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell To Arms (via violentwavesofemotion)

[fyp-philosophy]

We do not judge the people we love.

Jean-Paul Sartre (via fyp-philosophy)