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"I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”."
— 2 weeks ago with 4176 notes
"Those of us who make up poems
Have agreed not to say what the pain is."
— 2 weeks ago with 648 notes
"You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
    Your co-workers ask
         if everything’s okay and you tell them
            you’re just tired.
    And you’re trying to smile. And they’re trying to smile."
Richard Siken, “Boot Theory” (via lifeinpoetry)
— 2 weeks ago with 386 notes
"deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough"
E.E. Cummings (via lifeinpoetry)
— 2 weeks ago with 124 notes
"So I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can."
Sylvia Plath, 10 July 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)
— 2 weeks ago with 571 notes
On Hiding Your Tears

“Let us suppose that I have wept, on account of some incident of which the other has not even become aware (to weep is part of the normal activity of the amorous body), and that, so this cannot be seen, I put on dark glasses to mask my swollen eyes (a fine example of denial: to darken the sight in order not to be seen). The intention of this gesture is a calculated one: I want to keep the moral advantage of stoicism, of “dignity” (I take myself for Clotilde de Vaux), and at the same time, contradictorily, I want to provoke the tender question (”But what’s the matter with you?”); I want to be both pathetic and admirable, I want to be at the same time a child and an adult. Thereby I gamble, I take a risk: for it is always possible that the other will simply ask no question whatever about these unaccustomed glasses; that the other will see, in the fact, no sign.” 


― Roland BarthesA Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

— 2 weeks ago with 4 notes
#roland barthes 
"

Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

"
Anis Mojgani, “Here I Am” (via contramonte)

(via lifeinpoetry)

— 3 weeks ago with 1897 notes
inneroptics: “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
-Allen Ginsberg

inneroptics“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”

-Allen Ginsberg

(via fiore-rosso)

— 3 weeks ago with 309 notes