neve

In stoic farewell lover of the sun, what do you say to the last rays, what do you say?

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she wanted to draw blood out of my lips,

she wasn’t scared to physically hurt me.

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devotion, I want to kiss you all over when the sky is dark and closes, wraps itself around the world, creating the atmosphere meant only for souls full of passions.

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La capital del miedo

Hazme un lugar bonito en tu capital, la capital del miedo. Me siento en tu regazo como los niños buenos, me quedo allí, allí me quedo. Mírame una vez, elígeme todas, si tú no me ves no debo ser toda. Amiga mía, quiéreme como a un padre, con temerosa ternura. No imaginaba los espacios que tu indiferencia inundaría, lléname de amor, no de locura. Corazón tuyo, te entrego el mío, tal vez con dos me concedes un sitio, pequeño sitio. El hielo del infierno te quema, el fuego de tu odio me hiela, quiéreme como a las cosas malas, a las furias y a las injusticias. Quiéreme de ese modo que se te haga insoportable, que te pique y te escueza, te duela y te mueras. Conquístame, pie en la arena, resbala, cáete en mi deseo y navega, como el capitán que te nace, el líder de tus secuaces. Quiéreme mucho, mucho más de lo que te han querido, invéntate para mí el amor que nunca has tenido, la ilusión y el engaño forman mi núcleo antiguo, no lo dejes sin tocar, corrómpeme el cuerpo y apodérate del alma. Cuando no estoy contigo no estoy en ninguna parte, si no te hago daño no existo. Mátame si no cumples con lo que te pido, concédeme el beso dulce de la dama de negro, vístete de duelo y visítame en el cielo.

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[…] what the hell is tragedy? I am.

Journal 22 November 1995 — 18 April 1956, Sylvia Plath

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Something in me insists on the dark, seems like i praise it. I’m abandoned by comfort, who made me this unlovable, this condemned.

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She could see through my agony and still decided to love the parts i would let the light touch, her light.

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She gets a hold of her hands with ultimate delicacy, she’s fearing. What if wind blows the flesh away? what if she blinks and there’s no one to be holding?

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you bring to the mouth the things you want to eat.

so what is a kiss?

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"A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism," said Georges Bataile, or maybe he didn't. I haven't read the book this quote is supposed to appear in, Erotism: Death and Sensuality, but perhaps I will. I suspect I'd find it interesting, though I don't know that Bataile's book would pass the prison's censors.

Chelsea G. Summers - A Certain Hunger

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Come, Victor; not brooding thoughts of vengeance against the assassin, but with feelings of peace and gentleness, that will heal, instead of festering, the wounds of our minds. Enter the house mourning, my friend, but with kindness and affection for those who love you, and not with hatred for your enemies.

Mary Shelley - Frankeinstein

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[...] he is madly desirous of glory, or rather, to word my phrase more characteristically, of advancement in his profession.

Mary Shelley - Frankeinstein

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do you find the truth upsetting? but it’s just truth, you’re the reason it upsets you.

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4.48 Psychosis - Sarah Kane

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4.48 psychosis- Sarah Kane

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A Streetcar Named Desire - Tennessee Williams