“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
— Rumi
“A crackling fire, coffee, and good talk.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Philip E. McCurdy written c. February 1954
“I’ll be screaming through the afterlife. I’ll be hunting for you, buried under flowers.”
— Chelsea Wolfe, from Hisspun; “Two Spirit,” released c. September 2017
Pirelli Calendar 2006 - Natalia Vodianova by Mert & Marcus
Shunji Okura, 1971
“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.”
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“beloved — my life, my all … I want you — I am all on fire with longing, I’m crazy to feel you in my arms — to feel your body against my mouth, to hear you cry out with the pain of passion. Oh, my God — its [sic] not safe to play with me just now. Suffer — suffer — why not ? Don’t I have to suffer ? I wanted to spare you and not write of these things, but now I have no more the desire to spare you. There are times when I could cut my body to pieces because of the longing that’s [sic] in it for you. Times when my nerves are tortured with longing. Times when I cannot sleep for longing. As I write this I don’t know what to do with myself for the craving I feel to have your hand on me, your body pressed hard, hard against my own, your mouth on my mouth. I could kiss you till you bled — I could tear you to pieces …”
— Radclyffe Hall (“John”) (1880-1943), in a letter to Evguenia Souline (1904-1958), a Russian émigré
(1935)
in “Radclyffe Hall: A Life in the Writing” by Richard Dellamora
“…She fell into a dream state, in which she became another person, and the whole world seemed changed.”
— Virginia Woolf, from ‘Night and Day’ (via paper-fairy)