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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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finest hour
How I wanted a day of solitude and reflection.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)
My sensitivity ought to speak, not shout. I ought to learn to master my sensitivity, too ready to spill over.
Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Reading Notes,” wr. c. 1932 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Simone Weil
Face alight I felt a nausea Cut off my limbs with a neat little smile Masturbating to Georges Bataille
Yes, yes. I shall love you. Now I am sure of it. Someday my heart will relax at last, I shall bow my head and forget myself in your arms. You alone can cure me…
Albert Camus, The Possessed (via acknowledgetheabsurd)