inexhaustible

[indiem]

please don’t leave me i’ll always need more, please leave open your most quiet door //

you never need to call my name, though i love it all the same, i know you by your knock on the door

-ethel cain, willoughby tucker i’ll always love you

[not-a-fever-dream]

“I tried hard to make it seem like I could take you or leave you, stranded in daylight. Now I don’t believe you, when you say you and me are fine.”

— Maybe It Wasn’t Love, Love You Later

[acecroft]

Claire Foy as Lisbeth Salander in The Girl in the Spider’s Web (2018)

[withinandwithoutgreenlights]

“Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.” — Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

[withinandwithoutgreenlights]

“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?” — Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body.

[exitwound]

jeanette winterson / noah brelage 

[withinandwithoutgreenlights]

“Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she's aware of this now, while it's happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life”— Normal People, Sally Rooney

[soracities]

““You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? …This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”

— Jeanette Winterson, Written On The Body

[withinandwithoutgreenlights]

[pennym00]

Honestly, I can’t remember… X_X

[tolerateit]

Hoax, Taylor Swift

[phoebebridgersarthistory]

the banquet by rené magritte / “me and my dog” by boygenius

[oumaimas]

Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson (transcript under the cut)

Keep reading

[oumaimas]

Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson (transcript under the cut)

Keep reading

[razreads]

“I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can’t give up love. Maybe it’s the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.”

— Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook

[sommerregnen]

“I unlatched the shutters. The light was as intense as a love affair. I was blinded, delighted, not just because it was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

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