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If I was a fruit I would be a pomegranate.

If I was a pomegranate I would pray I would never be picked up and be left to die. I would pray that if I ever get picked up it would be by someone who loves even at times when love cannot be found anywhere, someone who loves gently, calmly and delicately.

I would pray I would never be picked up by a man if I was a pomegranate, and if It had to be a man then I would pray it would be hades and that Persephone would be the one cutting and deseeding me.

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I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.

Virginia Woolf, (letter)

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Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

Virginia Woolf, A room of one's own, 1929

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you are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying. that is love.

-Mahmoud Darwish

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I only listen to her

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My biggest comfort in life is that Henry Winter can't do math either

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when henry winter said that all he ever wanted to do was live without thinking, i felt it on a profound level

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From William Shakespeare ’s “Macbeth” - Banquo and the Witches by Henry Fuseli

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“you have witchcraft in your lips. ”

william shakespeare, henry v.

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what she called 'being in love' flooded them. They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love. The sky stuck to them; the birds sang through them.

— Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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" I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people."

—Virginia Woolf

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“Shakespeare and Dostoevsky leave you with an insufferable regret: for having been neither a saint nor a criminal, the two best forms of self-destruction.”

— Emil Cioran, excerpt from Tears and Saints

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bitches really be crying over:

"but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth.... such a constellation was he to me"

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Tumblr is just mentally ill people quoting dead mentally ill people.

One of them.

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Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in an abandoned castle & explode into a thousand bats to get out of social situations.

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someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human

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Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963