One girl’s arms cradled a malignant, two-headed creature — a tiny thing with one...– Robert Leslie Bellem, Labyrinth of Monsters via todf (via frenchtwist)
The night is my nudity the stars are my teeth I throw myself among the dead...– Georges Bataille, I throw myself among the dead, from The Impossible, translation by Robert Hurley (via frenchtwist)
How long will you demand I love you? I’m through, I won’t make any more...– Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics (via proustitute)
When he was buried, my soul reposed in peace and quiet and in such a fragrance...– St. Catherine of Siena, Letters of Catherine Benincasa (St. Catherine of Siena as seen in her letters)
Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly,...– Joyce Carol Oates via fatalcigarette:::pax-caelestis (via frenchtwist)
But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language....– Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist via hoodoothatvoodoo (via frenchtwist)
crashinglybeautiful: He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow. I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true...