I know words can heal,
and I know they can injure.
We choose how they touch.
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Carpe Diem
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2019-10-07
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2019-08-20
I’d like to keep seeing your face always, eternally, so that all the strength, the liveliness, the sexuality of your face would never disappear from my eyes. I don’t know how to utter tender words, I don’t know how to speak to you so that, for a moment, you will understand how much I love you.
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galateia Kazantzaki wr. c. July 1922
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Life had been storm, and ecstasy, and hell,
— Alexander Blok, from Selected Poems; “An Autumn Evening,” wr. c. 1906
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I and my heart put ourselves in your hands,
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King Henry VIII, from a letter to Anne Boleyn written c. October 1528 (via wethinkwedream)
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We’re supposed to take things slow, and we will. We’ll talk slow, we’ll eat slow, reveal everything we’ve kept hidden, just like that, slow.
— Neil Hilborn, “How Do You Sleep with an IV In?”
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2019-02-02
“I love you despite you, despite myself, despite the entire world, despite God, despite the Devil, who also has a hand in this. I love you, I love you, I love you. Whether I’m happy or unhappy, gay or sad, I love you. I love you, do with me what you will.”— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. February 1833
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2019-01-05
There are a hundred thousand species of love, separately invented, each more ingenious than the last, and every one of them keeps making things.
— Richard Powers (via alibis-not-needed-anymore)
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2018-12-22
‘Stop thinking,’ she said. ‘The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat. What is there to think about? It always ends up the same way. In your mind there is a bolted door. You have to work hard not to go near that door. Parties, lovers, career, charity, babies, who cares what it is, so long as you avoid the door. There are times, when I am on my own, fixing a drink, walking upstairs, when I see the door waiting for me. I have to stop myself pulling the bolt and turning the handle. Why? On the other side of the door is a mirror, and I will have to see myself. I’m not afraid of what I am. I’m afraid I will see what I am not.’
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Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places (via 010180000)
Mitski, “Door”
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