Précis de décomposition

[thelovejournals]

Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.

Rainer Maria Rilke

[draevendeluna]

[the--clairvoyant-disease]

How lonely this world is growing, something so desolate creeps over the spirit and we don’t know it’s name, and it won’t go away

Emily Dickinson

[everyframeaphoto]

Frances Ha (2013) dir. by Noah Baumbach.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.

Sylvia Plath

[alsk00]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I soon found myself becoming indifferent to people. A well cynicism rose in me. Conversations all sounded as if they had been recorded years ago and were being played back on a turntable.

Tennessee Williams

[filmkafa]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I get a little sick with how PROUD people are with the mind, how they want to ram it through you like a sword, how they want to talk talk talk. Don’t they know that there is simply something nice about sitting in a room and drinking wine and not saying much, feeling the world out there, and sitting there, sitting there, resting?

Charles Bukowski

[infinitetext]

Jean-Luc Godard, La Chinoise, 1967.

[the--clairvoyant-disease]

All’s taken away: my love and my power. The body, thrown into city it hates, Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour, The blood grows colder in my veins. The merry Muse is lately full of grief: She looks at me and doesn’t make a sound. She lays her head, wearing the darkened wreath, Upon my chest, exhausted and worn out. Each day my conscience rages in a daze: It fumes, desiring a grand donation. I used to answer it while covering my face… But I’ve got no more tears or explanations.

Anna Akhmatova 

[roseydoux]

[tat-art]

Anne Wiazemsky and Jean-Pierre Léaud in La Chinoise (1967) by Jean-Luc Godard

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’ve never been afraid of loneliness because I’ve never felt the need to justify my feelings to myself. I accept the muteness of feeling too. I have huge respect for my own silence. I let it speak. I allow time to do its trick and lead me back to myself. I don’t want just anyone to share life and myself with me. But I want life. Life, at all cost. And I want to feel wanted, needed and loved by someone as alive in spirit as me.

Anaïs Nin

[africansouljah]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I see it all. I feel it all. My eyes fill with tears.

Virginia Woolf

[seydouxdaily]

Léa Seydoux in Le Roman de ma femme (2011)

[the--clairvoyant-disease]

There are bits and pieces of me dying every day. I am full of suicides, of rotting corpses, of brittle skeletons, infecting the living parts of me. I am dead, though I do not die.

Emilie Autumn