And you run, and I follow. Inside you, so you know.
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And you run, and I follow. Inside you, so you know.
Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Why is it that with you everything becomes illuminated and exciting? That’s the secret of your seduction. You create an intimacy, an atmosphere in which one has an intense feeling of existing.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 (via violentwavesofemotion)
There is a kind of pressure in humans to take whatever is most beloved by them / and smash it.
Anne Carson, from “Book of Isaiah,” Glass, Irony, and God (via violentwavesofemotion)
These extraordinary autumn days! A godlike beauty to the countryside that cannot be described, and very nearly cannot be experienced—it is so amazing. One walks or rides along in a veritable daze. Surely there is no season quite like this…
Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via violentwavesofemotion)
…I am still for you, I am still a numbness for you.
Mary Szybist, from Hail (via violentwavesofemotion)
What am I if I lose the one who’s always known me?
Mary Szybist, from Holy (via violentwavesofemotion)
He does not understand me intuitively as you do, and I am forced to explain. He stops the smallest thought to examine it. There is no explanation for the meaning of soaring, for a lyrical state. One has to be inside of it. He is outside.
Robert Duncan, from a letter to Anaïs Nin (via violentwavesofemotion)
Feel very blue. Hate wasting a weekend like this. To hell.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
When I am all alone, I often, very often, say your name aloud…
Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé (via violentwavesofemotion)
It is as if I were sucked into a tempting but disastrous whirlpool. Between us there are no barriers - it is rather as if neither of us - or especially myself - had any skin, or one skin between us & kept bumping into and abrading each other. We are amazingly compatible. But I must be myself - make myself & not let myself be made by him.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
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