[thesettingofthesun]

i would never want to change you, but i am conscious that you will change with time. i would never want to put your fire out, i just want to be near and feel its warmth.

[imifos]

illustration by angie hoffmeister for shirley jackson's we have alwaysl lived in the castle

[mournfulroses]

Emily Brontë, from The Collected Works & Poetry of Emily Brontë; “Wuthering Heights,”

[free-my-mindd]

James Baldwin knew love

[shisasan]

And I want so much to write you about many things and ask you about many things.

July 13, 1903 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[sunsplitlover]

[shisasan]

Good night, my joy, my unending love. I’m thinking now how you suddenly shudder when you fall asleep—and about much more, about the one thing that cannot be expressed by words.

12 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”

[weltenwellen]

Monologue of Despair Penelope Alegria

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— jay vespertine; from the usual: full moon insanity

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Li Qingzhao, from a poem titled "Late Spring," featured in The Complete Poems of Li Qingzhao

[itssjanedoe]

[perfectfeelings]

“I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.”

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— endlessnamelesseternity (via letsbelonelytogetherr)