"all of me
breathes you in […]"
"Je porte mes barreaux sans cesse en moi."
"In brief, I am more dissatisfied with myself than with the world."
"I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but awful helpless numbness."
13 October 1959, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
"You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth."
"Chéri, arrache de toi ce coeur plein de moi. Ne te torture pas. Vis."
"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
"Even in the breeze of this beginning hour we breathe farewell."
"He is exactly the poem I wanted to write."
Mary Oliver, excerpt from “White Heron Rises Over Blackwater” (via larmoyante