Your privilege is comprised of the questions you’ve never had to ask.

Catherynne Valente (via likeafieldmouse)
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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is ‘I desire you,’ and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure.

from A Lover’s Discourse (1977), by Roland Barthes (via wolfcome)
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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

Carl Gustav Jung (via bulostcity)

Chaos

(via masonictraveler)

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But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.

R.E. Howard (via likeafieldmouse)
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I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.

Marco, Starting Over Again  (via shanizaaaa)
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More than
the flower
I wish to be
the stem,

to rise from
the dirt;

to blossom.

Pavana पवन.  (via nezartdesign)
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I search my body
for fragments of soil, some fluke
to plant hope in.

Lizzie Harris, “Fear in Collage,” published in Sixth Finch (via bostonpoetryslam)
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You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

David Levithan, Every Day (via rlyrlyugly)
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Exist with me. We’d do so beautifully.

Alaska Gold. (via hereunoia)
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I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

Michelle Williams (via psych-facts)
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I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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