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She has become such a lonely person. She over-thinks; she is too curious; she is anxious. It almost kills her. Over time she has figured out a way she can quieten down her emotions and just feel nothing for a while. Other times it overwhelms her and she feels everything. I don’t know what is worse, to feel absolutely nothing or to feel everything completely.
RayWritess (via wnq-writers)
Another year has passed, but I don’t think I’m any better for it. My 2016 was messy; there’s no other way to describe it. I hope your 2016 was excellent, and I’m praying 2017 brings all of us a little more joy. Here’s to new adventures, here’s to looking ahead, and here’s to that unshakable hope that the best is still to come.
I’m on a mission to give everyone in the galaxy cute outfits
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember; all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”
— Franz Kafka (via bairaag)
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other, It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire, The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is ‘I desire you,’ and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure.”
Roland Barthes, from A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments ( Hill & Wang, 1978)
“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
— Ivan Turgenev
“The sea was good on her body; it was, for her unbearably erotic. She sunk into a sleep that smelled of nightflowers–”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “The Sleepwalker,”
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
STOP REMINISCING AND MOVE FORWARD.
but when we’re dancing it’s alright.
The Burning Ones, Salma Deera
That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you’re walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.