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writer in the dark

@surefinewhatev4r

L, 20, los angeles. poems and things.
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feuillesmortes
Who is the real subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is the hole. When I desire you, a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me. So reasons the lover at the edge of eros. The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions of personal identity: he must recover and reincorporate what is gone if he is to be a complete person. […] Most people find something disturbingly lucid and true in Aristophanes’ image of lovers as people cut in half. All desire is for a part of oneself gone missing, or so it feels to the person in love.

Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay.

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Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998

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“Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”

— Euripides, from Herakles, tr. by Anne Carson

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to an unknown recipient wr. c. early 1862

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afragileline

Praxilla, from Classical Women Poets; “Scorpions,” published c. 1996

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lcverswift

the archer — taylor swift

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surefinewhatev4r

you slip from my grasp like ashes and I’m left wondering if we were ever really friends. I ask what’s wrong and you say nothing but the silence after tells me that you’re lying. but how can I fix this if you won’t tell me what’s broken?

i told you, late one night up on the roof looking out over Los Angeles, that I was scared of being left alone and now you never send me pictures and I wonder if you ever cared about my fears.

are you a brilliant actress or was I just a fool? when did this turn into a race of who could forget the other first?

#this song is everything to me#taylor swift#the archer
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nicollekidman
We might go to moonlight ruins, cafés, dances, plays: converse for ever; sleep only while the moon covers herself for an instant with a thin veil.

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, September 1928 (via nicollekidman)

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