Hunter S. Thompson // Sylvia Plath // N.M. Sanchez
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Hunter S. Thompson // Sylvia Plath // N.M. Sanchez
— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.
and oh... the heartbreak of having to unlearn it all.
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
You can’t reconcile with people who aren’t honest about how they mishandled you.
Still a hopeless romantic after all this time. Very insane of me.
very irresponsible of me 
Help me, God.
The way I breathe in your
essence,
your very being,
your state of matter —
That is different From it all,
It’s not like a drug —
It is a drug.
Potent and intoxicating,
beyond anything of mankind’s creation.
The addiction —
a high of surmountable levels.
The sky beneath my fingertips,
and the stars just above my head.
Even the burn of alcohol
is nothing compared —
the scorching blaze you alight in my soul.
You warm the depths of sin
with the heat of hellfire.
Help me, God.
The line I tread
is a delicate one.
So please, God, I beg you —
Break a bone of mine,
or even
tear open this mortal flesh.
But please…
The hurt of this ache
is unbearably painful —
salt upon an open wound,
while I pour down my throat as well,
hoping to numb
the taste of absence.
The Roman Baths, Bath.
England.
Memory is a burden.
That I shall willingly bear
If it means you remain in them
Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.
? // east, edith pattou // cotton candy on a rainy day, nikki giovanni // little women, louisa may // go forget your father, cathy linh che // ? // molly mccully brown
i dreamed of you. it made my heart ache.
so much so that
I was clutching
My invisible pearls that
Seemed to snake around my neck
Choking out the words from
Me
Everytime I saw you
Even in my dreams
Anne de Marcken, from "It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over," published in 2024