absente pour cause d’extase

[xshayarsha]

“Allow your pain be finite. Wild things bear no grudges when they are set free.”

— Nikita Gill, from Your Soul is a River; The Vessel.

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“This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

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“Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and—and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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[iindex]

[wakeningwoods]

Lily Seika Jones

[sirgawin]

People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.

Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[amphitheas]

Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self

[therepublicofletters]

Judith Slaying Holofernes, Artemisia Gentileschi

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground. –Oscar Wilde

[echymosis]

“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”

— Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

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Compilation of disturbing witches, wizards, sabbath and monsters in art.

[causeries-litteraires]

“Every great love has its tragedy (…) but to have known and loved you with such profound devotion,to have had you for a part of my life, the only part I now consider beautiful, is enough for me. My passion is at a loss for words, but you can understand me, you alone. Our souls were made for one another ,and by knowing yours through love ,mine has trascended many evils, understood perfection ,and entered into the divine essence of things.”

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Oscar Wilde in a letter to Lord Alfred Douglas ,May 1895

[theclassicsreader]

“At bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar some white sail in the mists of the horizon.”

— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

[soracities]

Maram al-Massri, A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

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Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, 2011

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Mary A. Turzillo, from an interview regarding the themes of her story “When Gretchen Was Human,”