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@littlmarushka
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 February 1925, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1923–1927
A little seashell that rests upon your native shores One of many, for sure But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone
Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
“Unseen, precious, secret things,”
— Georg Trakl, from Poems: Bilingual Edition; “Mary Magdalene: A Dialogue,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Having nothing and yet possessing everything
Though you're like an angel, nothing touches you. And I dare say nothing will touch you. That's why I let you go, because I hope for that. You've got all your wits about you. You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again. And I will wait for you. I feel that you're the only creature in the world who has not condemned me. My dear, I feel it, you know. I can't help feeling it.
It takes diligence, consequence and other things to keep that sea from churning. And to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under. It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder from high sea cliffs
YOU CAN STILL TOUCH MY LOVE IS FREEEEE
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
LEAVE ME ALONE
#REALRECOGNIZEREALANDYOULOOKUNFAMILIAR
HOW CAN I LIVE FOREVR???? I DONT KNOW
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take...