“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
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“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)

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“Beware the wolf always, but trust the witch and the sugar-crash, the star-lore and wind that shadows your cheeks with your lashes, let the night swallow you whole again.”
— Traci Brimhall, from “If That Mockingbird Don’t Sing,” published in Oxford American (via lifeinpoetry)
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“Always the same thing. A drop of hope glimmers, then a sea of despair begins to rage, and always the pain, always the pain, always the anguish, always one and the same thing. Being alone is a horrible anguish, he wants to call someone, but he knows beforehand that with others it is still worse.”
— Leo Tolstoy, from “The Death Of Ivan Ilyich”, translated from the Russian by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky “Все то же. То капля надежды блеснет, то взбушуется море отчаяния, и все боль, все боль, все тоска и все одно и то же. Одному ужасно тоскливо, хочется позвать кого-нибудь, но он вперед знает, что при других еще хуже.”
And she tried so hard to save the wilting flowers, to save them from death, she forgot that she was wilting too.
L.W. // She forgot to save herself (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I am the bad daughter, the freedom fighter, the shaper of death masks. / I am the snake, I am the crone
Barbara Jane Reyes, from “Aswang,” Diwata (via lifeinpoetry)
Museum of the Moon in the oldest church in Cluj-Napoca. Artist Luke Jerram.
“Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: Murderess, Murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Alias Grace

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She had a death grip on herself, she softened for none; and leeched coldness from the night, drew strength from the sun
from “Queens and Heroines and the Like” | d.x.y (via dawnisgone)
I see you for everything you are; both honey and thorns.
Honeysuckledthighs, “You Are a Meadow I Get Lost In” (via honeysuckledthighs)