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I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague.

Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to “[I have in me like a haze],” trans. Richard Zenith, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems (Grove Press, 1998)

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“Love is possible only if two people communicate with each other from the center of their existence, hence if each one of them experiences himself from the center of his existence. Only in this ‘central experience’ is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together; even whether there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are one with each other by being one with themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves. There is only one proof for the presence of love: the depth of the relationship, and the aliveness and strengths in each person concerned; this is the fruit by which love is recognized.”

- Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving, 1956

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I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous – I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I am unrecognizable to myself. I see a half-beast in the place where I last glimpsed a girl, I find a changeling in the place where I last left myself. I am a trespassing visitor here, like a ghost so deeply in love but with the wrong world. Here I lie a freshly filled grave, half girl half haunting.

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