February 2012
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The flesh is easy to satisfy. It’s the heart that is insatiable, the heart that...
– Irène Némirovsky, Fire in the Blood, p. 127 (via masochisticbeauty)
Čovjek uvijek pogriješi. Ili voli premalo ili voli previše.
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After what had happened in my life, I was torn between being highly suspicious...
– Jonathan Carroll, Voice of Our Shadow (via holdonmagnolia)
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But is it enough, that’s what tortures me, is it enough?
– Waiting for Godot — Act 1 by Samuel Beckett
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She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a...
– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via clavicola)
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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes...
– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via nomoreundead)
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
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If you can bring nothing to this place
but your carcass, keep out.
– William Carlos Williams, from “Dedication for a Plot of Ground” (via proustitute)
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I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.
– Virginia Woolf (via deerdoedeer)
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The difference between your mind and your heart: Your mind tells you what is...
– Unknown (via chris-goods)
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