George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Summer Solstice.”
“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
— Franz Kafka (via modernhepburn)
“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”
— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
To You, Frank O’Hara (transcript under the cut)
“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.”
— Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via goodreadss)
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“His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via paper-fairy)
“—when he looked, and she looked up at him, their looks so merged in one the world outside grew vacant, suddenly, and all things being seen, endured and done were crowded into them: just she and he—”
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Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of Annunciation to Mary (tr. by N. K. Cruickshank)
Original — daß sein Blick und der, mit dem sie aufsah, so zusammenschlugen, als wäre draußen plötzlich alles leer, und, was Millionen schaten, trieben, trugen, hineingedrängt in sie: nur sie und er—
(via antigonick)
“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.”
— Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych (via chuck-wein)
I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,
Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
“i could fix him” well i could stare at his back all day. so.
people always ask if you have an instagram or snapchat but they never ask if you have an online journal where you broadcast every thought you have. it’s because they want you for your sexy body but not your beautiful mind. and that’s fucked up. they should want both.
"Listen, love, I close my eyes, and even that makes sounds to reach you."
─ Rainer Maria Rilke, from the Book of Images: "The Silence"
Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
“I wasn’t always smart, I was actually very stupid in school… [T]here was a boy who was very attractive who was even stupider than I was. And in order to ingratiate myself with this boy who was very beautiful, I began to do his homework for him – and that’s how I became smart, I had to do all this work to just keep ahead of him a little bit, in order to help him. In a sense, all the rest of my life I’ve been trying to do intellectual things that would attract beautiful boys.”
— — Michel Foucault, 1983 (via atiradeoflove)