My Heart, Calling From A Phone Booth / In The Rain.

To be touched so lovingly, so fondly, as if one were still healthy. As if one were still worthy of affection and respect? It was cheering. It gave us hope.  We were perhaps not so unlovable as we had come to believe

George Saunders (Lincoln in the Bardo)

exposed, tortured, ecstatic—

Denise Levertov, from Sands of the Well: Poems; “Unaccompanied,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.

Anne Carson, Red Doc> (via theclassicsreader)

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via wordsnquotes)

lets do an honesty hour ask me anything