You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.
― Henry Rollins. (via thatkindofwoman)
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Viata toata nu-i decat somn. Nimeni nu stie ce face, nimeni nu stie ce vrea, nimeni nu stie ce stie. Ne dormim viata, eterni copii ai Destinului. Iata de ce simt, daca si gandesc cu aceasta senzatie, o imensa si informa tandrete pentru aceasta umanitate infantila, pentru intreaga viata sociala adormita, pentru tot si pentru noi toti.

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Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?
― Jack Kerouac (via theflowersinmyheart)

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We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.
Carl Jung  (via the-art-0f-living)

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Where would my desire end?
She wonders
Watching him pass over her like weather
On his way somewhere else.
Katy Aisenberg, from “Out of the Element,” Mississippi Review (vol. 19, no. 3, 1991)

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metaphorformetaphor:

I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

— Anna Akhmatova, from “VII, The Sentence" in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, (trans. Judith Hemschemeyer). Zephyr Press, 2000

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