i aspire to be one of those people who are known for always carrying a book around, having good taste in music and treating people nicely.
Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.
Still, there is this horror at being left behind.
(Michael Cunningham)
Sophocles, Philoctetes
Mahmoud Darwish, from Almond Blossoms and Beyond; “I Sit At Home,”
1. Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton // 2. Hans Vandekerckhove - Going Home (2003) // 3. Journey to the interior by Margaret Atwood // 4. Hans Vandekerckhove - Whispering Pines (2006)
“Take me away. Love me. Don’t trust me. Everything is fake. My emotion is fake.My love is fake. Don’t fall in love.I love everything about u. I can’t wait.I can’t breathe. i’m empty.Please Stay here with me.”
— (via hellish-bebe)
i’m selfish | credit
Faiz Ahmad Faiz, tr. by Victor Kiernan, from a poem titled “You who have Known that Cheek,”
“It was sometime in October, she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept anymore.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “Tongues of Stone,” Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: and other prose writings
And we are all just fighting to survive a world where I miss you doesn’t mean I’m coming back, and i love you doesn’t mean I’ll stay.
Chloe Frayne









