Help me
translate loss the way this land does—
flood, earthquake, landslide—
terrible, and alive.
— Deborah A. Miranda, from “Old Territory. New Maps.” (via proustitute)
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via tinyblue)
The closeness of reality and the distance of myth, because if there is no distance you aren’t amazed, and if there is no closeness you aren’t moved.
— Peter Brook (via fourteenth)
Everyone is someone’s devil.
— Matthew Hicks, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend  (via bodyfluids)
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
— Emily Dickinson, from “[976]” (via proustitute)
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
— Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband (via proustitute)