mad jealous of cold hearted people. like how does it feel to not carry the ache of everything in your chest?
— Margaret Atwood, ‘Variation on the Word Sleep’ from Selected Poems II: 1976-1986 (via lunamonchtuna)
— Joel Barish, from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, screenplay by Charlie Kaufman (Focus Features, 2004) (via lunamonchtuna)
— Noor Unnahar, an excerpt from A Brief Reminder (via lunamonchtuna)
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“i thirst for you. don’t walk away from me. tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do. tell me about the you i love, the one who’s a little shivery. let yourself go. don’t force yourself on me, just because you don’t want to worry or help me. when you strip in front of me, i finally understand why i was born. i love you.”
— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131]
— Rainer Maria Rilke, letter to Franz Kappus, 16 July 1903, featured in Letters to a Young Poet (edited translation by Charlie Louth) (via lunamonchtuna)
— Clementine von Radics, from The Next Time We Talk On Facebook (via lunamonchtuna)
— Ch'ang Ch'u Ling, "Since You Left," (tr: Kenneth Rexroth) (via lunamonchtuna)