July 2011
She let me learn for myself all the desires
a body can hold, how they grow...
– Julia Kasdorf, Eve’s Striptease (via frenchtwist)
And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,
The very crown of nature’s...
– Amy Lowell, from “Summer” (via proustitute)
From you came uneasiness
And the ability to write verse.
– Anna Akhmatova, fragment dedicated to Aleksandr Blok, 1914 trans. Judith Hemschemeyer
via proustitute (via frenchtwist)
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve...
– Maya Angelou, Still I Rise (via frenchtwist)
Nobody would dare look at himself in the mirror, because a grotesque, tragic...
– E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston (via proustitute)
Stripped of words, untamed, the universe pours in on me from every direction. I...
– Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter: Thirteen Stories (Thank you, aperfectcommotion)
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via frenchtwist)
Awareness is our true self; it’s what we are. So we don’t have to try to develop...
– Charlotte Joko Beck; “Nothing Special”, p.87 (Remarkable how she cuts through. Thank you, dhammanovice)
The religion of orgasm: utilitarianism projected into sex life; efficiency...
– Milan Kundera, Slowness translated from the French by Linda Asher (via frenchtwist)