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withlovefromcannelle · a day ago
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Like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from your car seat window A thing perfect and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of Something more ethereal like Mount Olympus where Zeus and Athena and the rest of the immortals play.
—Lana Del Rey, Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
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withlovefromcannelle · 4 days ago
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And she carves her hips into mine like she's Michelangelo and I'm something holy.
— Alex Thomas, from "Anatomy of a Hook-up"
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withlovefromcannelle · 5 days ago
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idk what joyless geek decided it was sinful to enjoy food and sex and earthly pleasure, but that guy was dead wrong
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house-ad · 2 months ago
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withlovefromcannelle · 5 days ago
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there's something so compelling about stories where a character's virtues intensify into flaws that lead to their downfall. loyalty and love becoming so all-consuming that compassion outside of them ceases to exist. duty overwhelming any moral compass until order becomes more important than justice. selflessness so intense it becomes self-destruction. let me watch while whatever saved the hero in the beginning destroys them. let me see them fall to their own worst impulses disguised as what once made them good.
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withlovefromcannelle · 7 days ago
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Even before I was touched, I belonged to you; All you had to do was to look at me.
— Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012; "The Burning Heart"
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withlovefromcannelle · 8 days ago
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I have your name in my mouth for months. My throat is a beehive pitched in the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold its breath.
—Sierra DeMulder, from "Your Love Finds Its Way Back" in Today Means Amen
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withlovefromcannelle · 9 days ago
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When Sylvia Plath said “I want to be free to know people… free to move to different parts of the world. I want to be omniscient. I would like to call myself the girl who wanted to be God”… fuck I really felt that.
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withlovefromcannelle · 13 days ago
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i hate myself for feeling this way
1. the crane wife; cj hauser 2. dead inside; unknown 3. love of the wolf: “stigmata: escaping texts”; hélène cixous (tr. keith cohen) 4. my mother; georges bataille 5. twitter; @kvetchkween 6. the letters of virginia woolf, volume 3; virginia woolf 7. litany in which certain things are crossed out; richard siken 8. hoax; taylor swift 9. birds hover the trampled field; richard siken
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withlovefromcannelle · 13 days ago
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ignoring stupid people online isn’t enough i need to fucking bite them
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withlovefromcannelle · 13 days ago
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“she.... longs to run herself aground in a sad, secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl?”
— Euripides, from Hippolitos, Grief Lessons: Four Plays (tr. Anne Carson)
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house-ad · 3 days ago
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withlovefromcannelle · 18 days ago
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But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
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withlovefromcannelle · 19 days ago
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I recreated Alec's letter to Maurice from Maurice by E.M Forster.
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withlovefromcannelle · 20 days ago
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I can't believe there's not another world where we will sit and read new poems to each other high on a mountain in the wind.
— Frank O'Hara, To John Ashbery
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withlovefromcannelle · 23 days ago
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like you, I can't sleep, because I love too many things, and my heart, dressed like the dead, overflows towards the universe.
—Miguel Hernández, tr by Robert Bly, from The Selected Poems : "Death"
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withlovefromcannelle · 25 days ago
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There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me [...] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.
—Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice
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withlovefromcannelle · 26 days ago
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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Essays
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withlovefromcannelle · 26 days ago
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oh so DRACULA is allowed three wives, but when I, Lucy Westenra…
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house-ad · 2 months ago
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