i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.
so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Leonard Woolf, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
yeah we’re like best friends. i like her posts all the time
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Book 1 “Inferno,” Canto 5 [tr. James (2013)]
E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
— Clementine von Radics, from The Next Time We Talk On Facebook (via lunamonchtuna)
huge shoutout to trees and also rain
my fear of abandonment? well that comes from my experience of being abandoned
Anne-Marie Zanetti, (Australian, b. 1965) “Abundant”, oil on linen, 85 x 145 cm
― Dorothea Grossman