“Your silence has been with me and I have let it have its say. I feel, as always, the same closeness to you which your silence makes into a kind of speech of its own.”
—Anne Sexton, from a letter to Dennis Farrell, August 2, 1963 (via litverve)
June 2013
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“We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes”
—(via imodo)
“I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.”
—E.E Cummings, Lady (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I am not of the opinion that one can ever lack the power to express perfectly what one wants to write or say. Observations on the weakness of language, and comparisons between the limitations of words and the infinity of feelings, are quite fallacious. The infinite feeling continues to be as infinite in words as it was in the heart. What is clear within is bound to become so in words as well. This is why one need never worry about language, but at sight of words may often worry about oneself. After all, who knows within himself how things really are with him? This tempestuous or floundering or morass-like inner self is what we really are, but by the secret process by which words are forced out of us, our self-knowledge is brought to light, and though it may still be veiled, yet it is there before us, wonderful or terrible to behold.”
—Franz Kafka, from Diaries (via violentwavesofemotion)
Attn: Dudes
Call out your bros.
I have literally never seen a guy tell another guy that he is being sexist, misogynist, or slut-shamey.
Not even once.
Call out your bros.
Wanna be a male feminist? This is the only way. The. Only. Way.
“Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off”
—Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human.”
—David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (who says I’m obsessed?)
“I’ve always wanted to write a poem about the silence
that hums between us when we kiss.
But my heart is already beating too loud
and the rain is falling
and smudging all the words.” —Meagan Grisham (via hellanne)
that hums between us when we kiss.
But my heart is already beating too loud
and the rain is falling
and smudging all the words.” —Meagan Grisham (via hellanne)
“Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said: ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
—Maurice Sendak would have been 85 today. (via wnycradiolab)
“absence / absence
But isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent? —This isn’t the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.” —Roland Barthes, The Absent One from A Lover’s Discourse, translation by Richard Howard (via frenchtwist)
But isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent? —This isn’t the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.” —Roland Barthes, The Absent One from A Lover’s Discourse, translation by Richard Howard (via frenchtwist)
“Playing with words is the best part of writing. The way you use words manipulates the way people think. The same thing said 5 different ways in 10 different contexts creates probably 50 different ways to think about the same subject. The way that people say something shows who they are. How they write is the deepest, most intricate window into the soul there is.”
— Just found this quote by my ex when I opened a quote book from years ago. (via indulgentleviathan)
Neither Here Nor There: "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. →
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“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ”When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. ”You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it…
“How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?”
—Laurel Hoodwrit (via ineffablythoughtless)
