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“Your name is a kiss of snow a gulp of icy spring water, blue as a dove. About your name is: sleep.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt of Poems for Blok (tr. by Elaine Feinstein)

“You know what truly aches all that you are? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.”

— Christopher Poindexter (via kittencrimson)

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conquered

“I do not know what hunger is for / or what to hunger for.”

— Michael Schmeltzer, from “My Body Mourns, Limb by Limb, as I Recount Your Final Days,” published in Crab Creek Review (via rosewaterhags)

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thoughtkick

“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.”

— Daniel Saint

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“Your eyes make me shy.”

— Anaïs Nin (via veinless)

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conquered

“Some people will never fit into your life, no matter how much you want them to.”

— Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)

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hurtsuggestion

You loved me a lot more in my daydreams

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conquered

“And I, of course, have been eaten whole, by another - Why else do you think I am so sad?”

— Helaena Moon - http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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#bruce campbell.

xshayarsha

“I am obsessed with drowning. I think it’s about succumbing and being completely overwhelmed by something that’s bigger than everything.”

“All of a sudden I saw [Virginia Woolf] in my head, walking towards the river bank and it stuck with me. It’s so powerful that thing of weighing yourself down with stones, so intense, but there’s also something so bucolic about a stream at the end of a country house. It’s fascinating because it’s so idyllic in one way but so horrifying in another. That’s the thing about drowning, it’s not violent in a way that some of the other ways [of dying] are. It’s like succumbing, letting something wash over you. I think there’s a romance in it.”

– Florence Welch, from an interview c.2011.

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shisasan

“The ominous darkness shone only for us,”

— Anna Akhmatova, Seventh Book; from ‘From the Cycle “Tashkent Pages”’,tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

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kristina100000

lets bring back romanticism im tired of trying to be rational. were all dumb and we all want love

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nonalimmen

“She is both Hellfire and holy water And the flavour you taste Depends on how you treat her”

— Sneha Pal (via okashiii)

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leohearts

“They look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed and made love and laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets.”

— Nikita Gill

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