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I suppose I love this life, inspite of my clenched fist!

- unknown

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"I want you. Your bones. Your body heat. The bite marks your teeth leave. To see how bad and beautiful those eyes look beneath me."

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I had never met a soul who could speak my language. until there was you. you, are fluent in me.

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Her face is smiling enough, but she must have suffered terribly -- hasn't she? Her eyes show it -- those two bones there, the little points under her eyes, just where the cheek begins. It's a proud face too, terribly whether she is good and proud! And I -- I can't say whether she is good and kind or not!

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Don't you know? A mother's love neglects the pride the way fire neglects cries of what it burns.

-Headfirst, Ocean Vuong

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"I was created to be destroyed, meeting you was merely an excuse."

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"Maybe you weren't a terrible person, maybe you were just fifteen."

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Very early in my life it was too late!!

- Marguerite Duras, The Lover

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"I am an unforgivable creature. But darling, I will love you. I will love you through all my disgusting perfomances."

- The Short Poems Series by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

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Fuck my pride. Fuck everything. I'm so desperately hungry for you

Henry Miller, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953

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Now I think life kinda begins in March. January is just nostalgia and recollection. And February it's all about regaining consciousness.

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I like it when the sky looks like the world is going to end!

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And even if we never talk again, please remember that I'm forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me.

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"The female gaze can be sexual but its always tender, always a person and never just a body."

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Not everything in the heart can be said, so God created sighs, tears, long sleep, cold smiles, and shivering hands.

- Nizzar Qabbani

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After the final, final day of February, finally came March. The one with the hot wind, heavy eyes, and unwarranted tiredness. I'm hoping for redemption. I'm hoping for rain.

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"I know you don't feel the same, but every interact we have is clouded by the thought that maybe you do."