Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love

Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love

Dear readers,

I believe, there's no such thing as "too much love" or "too much Vanilla".

~from random 2 am thoughts.

Oscar Wilde // L. Munir, "Lazarus" // Gustav Klimt, The Kiss // @lucidloving // Take Me to Church—Hozier // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @lucidloving // Gustav Vigeland, Man and Woman // Caitlyn Sieh, "Mythology" // @lucidloving

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is “You’re safe with me”—that’s intimacy.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (by Taylor Jenkins Reid)