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Frustration / longing / love

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@booksociety’s All By Myself Event: If We Were Villains

We couldn’t play make-believe forever.

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What do you love about the sea ? 🌊

“A coolness, exhaled from the sea, gives me back my soul. All the aromas of love accumulate in the waves.”

— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from “The Young Fate” 

“Who can face the sea and not inherit it’s loneliness?”

— Olin Ivory, from “Bad Year Anthem” by Matthew Nienow 

“She, pure daughter of the sea, her heart has always belonged to the waves;”

— Paul Valéry, tr. By Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “She Only Seems Dead” 

“And my mind, following the waves, became itself a wave, unresisting, submissive to the rhythm of the sea.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek” 

"There is one thing I'm good at, and that's looking at the sea."

— Marguerite Duras 

“The sea: I didn't lose myself in it; I found myself in it.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks (1942 – 1951)  

“And what is this secret connection between the soul, and sea, clouds and perfumes? The soul itself appears to be sea, cloud and perfume.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. By Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek” 

“You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, / emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace / of the deepest sea, which is easier / than the noise and flesh of the surface.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976 – 1986; “Eurydice”

“(She had the sea within her soul, continuously.)”

— Salvatore Quasimodo, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “The Tall Schooner”

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Pauline Darley

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She misses the bright constellations, she misses burning.

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Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.

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make me choose ➛ @kadygrants asked: macbeth or othello?

❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆; 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆: 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ‘𝒕. ❞

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you know what hits me about the "on purpose on purpose im going to love you on purpose" "i'll take care of you, it's rotten work, not to me not if it's you" "im going to love you without a single string attached" "i don't know where to put it all the love i have for her, i'll take it" "i walked in love with you with both eyes open choosing to take every step"?

they all have the same desire, they all desire for someone to Want it, for love to not be an accident or something that happens without recognising it, they all have the overtones desire of wanting someone to deem you worthy of love, to see you and meet you and know you and Want to love you, to make that choice and stick by it because loving you or being loved by you is something so deeply worth it and fulfilling and moving and powerful that they Want it, in their soul they crave to love and be loved

they're such varieties of the basic desire to be wanted

they say these things and they mean "love me because i am lovable" not "love me because you find me desirable/you have realised you already do/you want something from me" etc

it's "love me because i am me and you are aware of that" and it's something you can just scream to someone when you can't find another way to say "i am choosing to love you because loving you is something i want to experience no matter the outcome"

love them . On purpose, on Purpose and by choice and intentionally you will Love Them

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Carnal Appetites

Cat Valente, Deathless / Sarah Clear, Routledge Companion to Literature and Food/ C. S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / Helene Cixous, The Love of The Wolf / Emily Palermo, Love In The Time Of Monsters / Maria Howe, After The Movie / Kim Hyesoon

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― Frances Ha (2012), dir. Noah Baumbach

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hide & seek by marina weishaupt  ( 500px / instagram)

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Gothic architecture.

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“make me feel, i dare you, because nothing ever does.”

— inkskinned - via iausi (via slyherin)

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“we have a hundred safewords but none of them prepared us for the aftermath of you and me”

— thoughts #488 | r.m

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litany in which certain things are crossed out - richard siken // mirages: an unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin, 1939-1947 - anaïs nin // 2x06 - fleabag // love is my religion- ziggy marley // take me to church - hozier // holy - king princess // fine line - harry styles // today I'm someone else - chelsea hodson // a letter to fanny brawne, 13 october 1819 - john keats // sacrilege redux - ashe vernon // planet of love - richard siken // song of the fox - margaret atwood // the brothers karamazov - fyodor dostoevsky // sappho // horatio - t. j. klune // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // nox - anne carson // i know what you think of me - tim kreider // figuring - maria popova // journals and miscellaneous notebooks 1838-1842 - ralph waldo emerson // on earth we're briefly gorgeos - ocean vuong // more than friends - faraaz kazi // red doc> - anne carson // 3x10 - wtfock // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // jenny slate // an oresteia - euripides (trans. anne carson) // wuthering heights - emily brontë // the song of achilles - madeline miller // global cultures: a transnational short fiction reader - elisabeth young-bruehl // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // a child's definition of love // small wire - anne sexton // the dead poet's society - peter weir // our beutiful life when it's filled with shreiks - christopher citro // stay here - gaho // keith haring diaries - keith haring // latin phrase // hozier // dooms day - bastille // guilty of dust - frank bidart

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“You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.”

— solitary-sister (via wnq-writers)

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st stephen’s cathedral in vienna