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“For girls, becoming women was inevitability, for boys, becoming men was ambition.”

— Kamila Shamsie, from Home Fire

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Reblog if it's okay for anybody to message you if they're feeling lonely during self isolation. Let's get through this together!

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it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love

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Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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“two mingled bodies do not form a separate subject and object. I caress your skin, I kiss your mouth. Who, I? Who, you?”

— Michel Serres, The Five Senses : A Philosophy of Mingled Bodies

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these are the valentine’s day hours on the website of a flower shop not far from my apartment & i thought “8 am - ‘til the last rose” was really cute 

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“There was a great difference, I said, between the things I wanted and the things I could apparently have, and until I had finally and forever made my peace with that fact, I had decided to want nothing at all.”

— Rachel Cusk, from Outline (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2015)

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“(The itch to ask whether I’m still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

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“…this longing that leads us to hang on, to go on, to proceed with hope.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I don’t want mindless adoration—I desire tranquil, deep-rooted, unspeakable intimacy.

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“And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words… As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning.”

— Alan Watts

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“In the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence…”

— Virginia Woolf, from Night & Day (via watchoutforintellect)

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Sara Teasdale, from Helen of Troy & Other Poems; “Effigy Of A Nun,”

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July 3, 1913 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

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“I know what I was doing, where and how I lived during those years, but I know it only abstractly, rather as if someone else was relating memories that I believe but don’t really have. It’s like a hole in my life, an eight-year hole. That’s what I find interesting in people’s lives, the holes, the gaps, sometimes dramatic, but sometimes not dramatic at all. There are catalepsies, or a kind of sleepwalking through a number of years, in most lives. Maybe it’s in these holes that movement takes place. Because the real question is how to make a move, how to get through the wall, so you don’t keep on banging your head against it.”

— Gilles Deleuze, Magazine Littéraire 257 (September 1988