So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.
i think i'd love you even when i don't know you. the deathlessness of devotion, the poets call it.
unknown // The Elektra Complex, Joan Tierney // L. V. @literaryvein, an excerpt, “mimicking maelstroms.” // Sue Zhao // No one has taken anything away, Marina Tsvetaeva (trans. Elaine Feinstein) // unknown // The Drowned Children, Louise Gluck // unknown //Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments // only source i found was this pin // Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts (?)