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Io avrei voluto portarmela in quella campagna, tra i meli, i boschetti, o anche soltanto l’erba corta dei ciglioni, rovesciarla su quella terra, dare un senso a tutto il baccano sotto le stelle.
Cesare Pavese, La luna e i falò.  (via ilventoscrive)

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Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
Anne Sexton, Self-Portrait In Letters (via outdarethenight)

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The flesh is easy to satisfy. It’s the heart that is insatiable, the heart that needs to love, to despair, to burn with any kind of fire…
Irène Némirovsky, Fire in the Blood, p. 127 (via intracoastal-wanderings)


Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them. For it always happened that when I awoke like this, and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt to…

kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;

e. e. cummings, from “XLVIII” (via litverve)
How far away the stars seem, and how far
Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

W. B. Yeats, from “Ephemera” (via litverve)
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