We can’t behave like people in novels, though, can we? // Edith Warton
I just told the biggest lie // Elliott Smith
It is June. I am tired of being brave // Anne Sexton.
I’m not sure which is worse- intense feeling or the absence of it // Margaret Atwood
This mess we’re in // PJ Harvey
It is June. I am tired of being brave // Anne Sexton.
Obligatory annual reblog.
Everybody is nothing until you love them // Tennessee Williams
That, and you leaving, I have memorised // Tori Amos.
The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain // Markus Zusak.
What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? // Orhan Pamuk.
Left and Leaving // The Weakerthans.
For your love I would give you the stars above // Fleetwood Mac.
It is June. I am tired of being brave // Anne Sexton.
If you’re trying to avoid loss, there’s no point in taking another breath, or letting your heart beat one more time. It all ends // Leah Raeder.
I will permit my memory to recall the visions of you, by all my dreams attended. And then adieu, -farewell!- the dream is done // Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together // Anais Nin.