letter & meaning

It's always words that undress you.


They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to
you that they have stopped loving you.

Antonio Porchia, from Voices, transl. by W.S. Merwin (Copper Canyon Press, 2003)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

“I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”

—   Matty Healy (via -misanthropy)

(Source: fallingforthematty, via hashtag-artmajor)

“I’m here. I wouldn’t go away. I’m always here.”

—   Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell To Arms (via violentwavesofemotion)

Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.”

—   Anis Mojgani  (via elauxe)

(Source: happypeopledodrugs, via yogxrt)


W. N. P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man


W. N. P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

(via aseaofquotes)


Do you ever feel words have gone dry and dull in your mind? Your mind like a sponge in the dust? You squeeze it and nothing comes?

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, The letters of Virginia Woolf, Volume 3 (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1975)

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“I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air. or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”

—   Willa Cather, from My Antonia (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: observando, via violentwavesofemotion)

“September 22. Nothing.”

—   Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923   (via middecember)

(via skoene-oke)

“basis, n.
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love.
If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it — you’re done.
And if the moment does pass, it never foes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover’s face.”

—   David Levithan

(Source: rarararambles, via modern-tragedy)