Solitude, an intoxicating sense of freedom,
Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from Stories; “My Friend Valentine: Letter,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Solitude, an intoxicating sense of freedom,
Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from Stories; “My Friend Valentine: Letter,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Jupiter’s surface looks like it came from a dream
“[S]he felt herself everywhere; not “here, here, here;” and she tapped the back of the seat; but everywhere, so that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoken to, some woman on the street, some man behind a counter–even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places after death … perhaps–perhaps.”
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
“Chilly January. She gave herself to the dark waves,”
— Bertolt Brecht, The Legend of the Harlot Evelyn Roe
“Somebody sees me, and I see myself through them. Then it’s all gone, the whole world falls apart.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
“You kissed my mouth and it was gone, the design of it was lost as in a watercolour, the colours ran…”
— Anais Nin
“Dionysus was the god of the most blessed ecstasy and the most enraptured love. But he was also the persecuted god, the suffering and dying god, and all whom he loved, all who attended him, had to share his tragic fate.”
— From “Dionysus: Myth and Cult,” by Walter F. Otto.
“I, abstract, adoring, distant And unsalvageable.”
— Lucie Brock-Broido, from Stay, Illusion; “The Pianist”
Audrey Tautou dans Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain (Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001)
okay anne hathaway looks good
a relationship with a good flirt to roast ratio
me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”
“I like opening up the pomegranates, turning their brightness around in my fingers. I even like the Portuguese word for them–romã–the morning glimmer it has to it.”
— José Eduardo Agualusa, A General Theory of Oblivion
stop giving men so many allowances. if he’s cheating on his girlfriend w you and promising time after time that he’ll end it one day, he doesn’t respect you. if he likes you and another girl but can’t decide who he wants and he’s stringing you both along, he doesn’t value you. if you’re giving him orgasms day after day and he doesn’t attempt to return even half the favor, he’s wasting your time. it’s such a red flag when you talk to your friends about someone and have to explain their behavior w excuses. sometimes things really are as simple as they seem. if from the outside it looks like he doesn’t care, then he doesn’t care