“You Are Your Own Unrepentant Delilah.”

“She wanted a storm to match her rage.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)

“The sadness of the past is with me always.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via therepublicofletters)

Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women

“My dear, how far do you go hunting monsters before you become one yourself?”

— ashpichu (via ourobcros)

                                   Everyone is a monster to someone.                             Since you are so convinced that I am yours,                                                       I will be it.

“Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.”

“the tradition of the drowning woman in the background of ‘anna karenina’" - sydney schultze // the awakening - kate chopin // hamlet act IV scene VII - shakespeare // “ophelia” - friedrich wilhelm theodor heyser // “utonulá” - jakub schikaneder // the awakening - kate chopin // “la jeune martyre” - paul de la roche // “found drowned” - george frederic watts // david copperfield - charles dickens // the bridge of sighs - thomas hood // “past and present no.3” - augustus leopold egg

richard siken / salma deera / jen mazza / joy ladin

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

a little much for everyone

heather havrilesky // florence welch // yorgos lanthimos // steven meisel // lorde // taylor swift

“Accept this love I ask for. Accept the part of me that is you.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘On Your Anniversary’

“I am in your words, I know, as you are in all of mine.”

Edmond Jabés, A Foreigner Carrying in the Crook of His Arm A Tiny Book

“What I am giving you is nothing that belongs to me […] It is just yourself, you running through me throwing off sparks, your eyes blazing with fear, blazing with hope, I am giving you your own fire. All I do is breathe very gently on your night embers and handfuls of stars fly out.”

Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

“losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine”

e.e. cummings,  ‘silently if,out of not knowable’

 “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“When you seem to be listening to my words, they seem to be your words, with me listening.”

Antonio Porchia, Voices

“No, Hans, my love, I am not as generous as you think nor do I give myself to you freely–whatever you take from me you have already given me […] When I think of you, when I give myself to you, I feel I am going to meet myself, and this makes me stronger and more serene.. what a selfish kind of generosity!”

Andres Neuman, Traveller of the Century

“I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections, And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I met myself in you.”

Adonis, ‘Transormations of the Lover’