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Oh, darling, please stay by me. Please stay by me and see me through this.
Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)
Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
Men love me cause I’m pretty – and they’re always afraid of mental wickedness – and men love me cause I’m clever, and they’re always afraid of my prettiness – One or two have even loved me cause I’m lovable, and then, of course, I was acting. But you just do, darling –
Kiss me again
Kiss me
Kiss me again
And again
Never enough
Greedy lips
Speedwell eyes
Blue skies
Derek Jarman, Chroma (via thebluesthour)
Hold me close
and tell me what the world is like
I don’t want to look outside
I want to depend on your eyes
and your lips
I don’t want to feel anything
but your hand
Frighten me? Yes you do frighten me. You act as though we will be together for ever. You act as though there is infinite pleasure and time without end. How can I know that? My experience has been that time always ends. In theory you are right, the quantum physicists are right, the romantics and the religious are right. Time without end. In practice we both wear a watch. If I rush at this relationship it’s because I fear for it. I fear you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you’ll be gone. Then what? Then what as I bang the walls like the Inquisition searching for a saint? Where will I find the secret passage? For me it’ll just be the same four walls.
Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body (via 69rooms)
You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Myra Meets His Family (via 69rooms)
I was glad that what I loved was not loved by those who delight in talking of what they love. I liked to hide what I loved. It did good to me to have a secret, which I carried within me like a conviction and like a seed.
Paul Valéry, from “The Art of Poetry,” (via 89words)
Our relationship might be dead, but I still get a thrill in my stomach when I think I might see you again. Your eyes haunt me like a tune that’s stuck in my head. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to put these feelings to bed. I try to remember you took razor blades to my heart many times…leaving me broken and bleeding inside. But, I see ghosts of you in the faces of people I pass by; I’m jonesing hard to have you by my side. Maybe someday I’ll let the memories of you die, and I’ll undo the knot that has our souls tied. Until then, I’m linked to you across oceans and between skies…I’ll never forget you were the first to bring my heart to life.
Ghost Feelings (via wnq-writers)
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.
Vladimir Nabokov (via 89words)