a storm in a teacup

Jul 17
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A sponge suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
— Czeslaw Milosz, “Esse” (via endosymbiotic)
Jul 13
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Magic.
Magic.
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(via antoinetta)
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(via antoinetta)
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Women are reputed never to be disgusted. The sad fact is that they often are, but not with men; following the lead of men, they are most often disgusted with themselves.
— Germaine Greer (via herland)
Jul 11
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(via sailors)
(via sailors)
Jul 03
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Sometimes you know, you push me so hard I don’t know how I feel. You almost make me doubt I feel at all. It’s not as though I always listen but there’s just so much I don’t hear, maybe I’ll never be what you want.
I know that all you’re asking for is a little place in my heart but I don’t find it easy to give.
Maybe I get a little selfish sometimes. Why shouldn’t I? I used to say I love you but would it make a difference this time?

But who am I to tell you that I would never let you down? That no-one else could love you, half as much as I do now.
And who am I to tell you I’ll always catch you when you fall? Well I wouldn’t be myself at all.

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I’m going round in circles but there is nothing familiar about this ache.
Jun 30
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Men like women who write. Even though they don’t say so. A writer is a foreign country.
— Marguerite Duras (was she right?) (via tid) (via luminol) (via antoinetta)