“My feelings are transparent, dangerously luminous, and they remain.”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry written c. September 1911
I am very tired of my own brain,
—
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Maxime Du Camp c. April 1854
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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
— Samuel Beckett, from Krapp’s Last Tape
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When she was happy, the world knew about it, when upset or unhappy you’d know that too.
— Jane Worthington, on Amy Winehouse (via violentwavesofemotion)
I crave your legs intertwined with mine, I crave nothing but you, in the most simplest of ways.
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The first time
he looked at her
he felt:
everything will burn
— Anaïs Nin (via jaimelannister)