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Things will be changing soon. I can feel it

I hate everything, mostly myself

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."

Sylvia Plath (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

… Why should we be a part of any argument the stars have with infinity? Is there any end to your theories, your histories of the heart? Is there any way we can purely touch the world again, the way a salamander does, breathing through its skin? Can we become the strands of this shrine we weave ourselves into hoping to emerge into a world where—where what? There is no end to desire, which means no end to regret, no end to our need for an ending, so that even the sky refuses our touch, that sky which, at its bluest, is the most empty.

Richard Jackson, closing strophe to “Benediction,” from Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

Nothing like feeling lonely on a summer day. Beautiful.