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…the old fierce pull of blood.

William Faulkner, Barn Burning (via rotgospels)

I would write with blood on your back so you grow the most efficacious aphotic wings that no blizzard, no torrential storms or Oceans of tears could ever tear apart.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

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“There is something bleeding to death inside me but I don’t know what it is.”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,”

de-morte

But darling, these memories? they will desecrate you, make you crawl into a burgeoning cave of poison. It will not leave you alive.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

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Dante et Virgile

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I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you.

T.S. Eliot, East Coker (via sad-house-of-mortality)

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Now the hour bows down, it touches me, throbs metallic, lucid and bold: my senses are trembling. I feel my own power —

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of The Book of a Monastic life, “I, 1: Now the hour bows down”, from The Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. by Babette Deutsch

Source — Da neigt sich die Stunde und rührt mich an mit klarem metallenem Schlag: mir zittern die Sinne. Ich fühle: ich kann –

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We will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.

Mary Shelley (via quotemadness)

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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley (via quotemadness)