I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since
“Nothing to be written, only the ache to write. I fear my adoration.”
— Mary Butts, from a journal entry featured in “The Journals of Mary Butts,”
"Snow-calm, rose-lovely, violet-sweet..."
— Marya Zaturenska, "Inviolate Infancy"
IM SICK OF IT!!! KNOW WHAT IM SICK OF??? IT!!!
“Moons and night, you are a wolf of black velvet,”
— René Char, from Furor and Mystery, & Other Poems; “Lettera Amorosa”
“Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.”
— Christina Rossetti (b. 5 december 1830)
“I am found wanting. // This is a disease I carry home, this is a death.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women,” Winter Trees
what i need is a devout knight