plurality of worlds

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

You don’t know what a wild, crazy longing I have, what an ache there is inside me.

[derangedrhythms]

A. S. Byatt, Possession

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

"To stay with you for one night I would throw away my whole life, sacrifice a hundred persons, […] be capable of anything."

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

"Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you."

[derangedrhythms]

I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[derangedrhythms]

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: Poems Uncollected in Books (1956-1960); from ‘Approximations’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

TEXT ID: I call you and you don’t come I love you and you don’t come

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

"Can’t switch this off. Can’t crush it. Can’t. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I’ll crack open I want him so much."

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me.

[ohthepluralityofworlds]

"Why was I calling you, wishing for you, why was I longing and thirsting for you with every curve of my soul…"

[derangedrhythms]

Shirley Jackson, The Bird’s Nest

TEXT ID: I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for you.

[theoptia]

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

[derangedrhythms]

But then, maybe we are both ghosts, I think.

Solvej Balle, On the Calculation of Volume: Book I, tr. Barbara J. Haveland

[derangedrhythms]

Your ghost inseparable from my shadow

Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters; from ‘A Picture of Otto’

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”

[petaltexturedskies]

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye