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hey (with the intentions of etching your name on the walls of my heart)

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— rainer maria rilke, “the prodigal son.” the selected poetry of rainer maria Rilke (tr. by stephen mitchell)

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— Marina Tsvetayeva, in a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke

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“do you hate me” [me to a stranger doesn’t even know my name]

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— arealliveghost

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A taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.

— Janet Lees, Reconstructed

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— Lina A.

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— prtygal777

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life feels pretty amazing once i accept the fact that love isn’t meant for me

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a normal day [head hurting yearning]

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Gökotta (n.) — to rise with the first light, stepping softly into nature to catch the songs of morning birds, finding connection in early morning whispers as spring stirs the wild awake.

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“i thirst for you. don’t walk away from me. tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do. tell me about the you i love, the one who’s a little shivery. let yourself go. don’t force yourself on me, just because you don’t want to worry or help me. when you strip in front of me, i finally understand why i was born. i love you.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131]

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— fatima aamer bilal; coffin heart? bury me.

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i can never predict when you turn into a weapon

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— swasti kothari (via swasti_kothari)

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— Brenda Hillman, from "In the Gardens of José Marti," In a Few Minutes Before Later

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marriage is scary… what if she doesn’t understand my yearning for her