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— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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“MERCUTIO : If love be rough with you, be rough with love.”
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“I destroyed a holy city someone said was inside me.”
— Gabriella R. Tallmadge, from “Psalm of the Fire Starter,” published in Guernica
“Love turned me into a liar / Lies turned me into a god”
— Elaine Kahn, excerpt of “Romance”, in Romance or the End
“I am fragile and unholy. Open. Ravage. Eat.”
— Tanaka Mhishi, Literary Sexts II
“Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.”
— Audre Lorde, from The Cancer Journals (via lifeinpoetry)
“Because the outer walls of God are glass. I see a million souls clambering up the walls on the inside to escape God who is burning, untended.”
— Anne Carson, from The God Fit; Glass, Irony & God.
“I’d bite myself and take out my feelings with my teeth.”
— Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994 (via violentwavesofemotion)
when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”
“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
— Dylan Thomas
“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me”
— Sylvia Plath, the collected poems
Where is the shipment now? Gone. Beckett took it, slaughtered the others. I alone survived.
“First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, and then you win.”
— Gandhi
get free // lana del rey
“it is said that vengeance is sweet— but it has ever only tasted like blood to me.”
— death: a promise always kept. // m.a.w (via dvoyd)