“What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.”— Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947
“I suffer because of myself. It is my own soul all the time that is bothering me.”— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953
“I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.”— Charlotte Brontë, Villette
“Eager for affection and for disaster, oscillating between extreme audacity and the most dreadful anguish, as inconceivable on a scale of real beings as a mythical being, she tore herself on the thorns with which she surrounded herself until becoming nothing but a wound, never allowing herself to be confined by anything or anyone.”— Georges Bataille on Laure (Colette Peignot)
What does the God of your childhood look like?
A soft apparition pigeoned in the attic,a wound eating you one year at a time?
— Rachel McKibbens, from “outhouse,” published in Vinyl
Executive dysfunction is basically going “Okay one two three go. And now. Aaaaaaannnnnnnd we’re goinnnnng now.” for like three hours before the thing happens
Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. wait for it
—Unknown
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Whiteness is structured like a language / we speak it / without knowing so
—Lara Mimosa Montes, from “Performance Studies,” published in BOMB (via lifeinpoetry)