Me, Vibrating Out Of My Skin : Hey Can I Talk To You About This Piece Of Media Real Quick? I Pinky Promise

I recognize song of achilles when I see it

i miss you more than i remember you

clementine von radics / c. c. aurel / miles johnston / ranata suzuki / clementine von radics / sue zhao / madeline miller / lily thula / salma deera / clementine von radics / shelby eileen / jedaleyjd via pinterest / holly warburton / mary oliver / mitski / sea wolf / nickie zimov / the mountain goats

— Franz Kafka asking Felice Bauer to marry him (Letters to Felice)

Camus: If someone here told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: “I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.” And, as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.

Some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing.

C. S. Lewis, from ‘Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold’

fake idgafer, i saw you yearning

Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956

i ask you how you are and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a 15 minute voice note and i'm saying "i love you" i remember your coffee order and i'm saying "i love you" i watch the movie you recommended and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a movie you'd love and i'm saying "i love you" i buy the extra large bag to share and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you"

hey sorry it's just that i don't think i'm very good at being a person. thanks for letting me try with you, anyway.

y'all think about love?

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton