Bande à part / Ask Archive About Elsewhere
Tu me tues.
Tu me fais du bien.
J’ai le temps.
Je t’en prie.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour  
Jody Rogac "bonjour tristesse" . schlesisches tor, kreuzberg, berlin . alvaro siza . 1983
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons, you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.

Nayyirah Waheed 

Mostar, Bosnia, September 1992. A Bosnian soldier plays the piano in the destroyed music school in town.Photo by Teun Voeten.
You take the things you love
and tear them apart,
or you pin them down with your body
and pretend they’re yours.

Richard Siken, from “A Primer for Small Weird Loves”  

Gerhard Richter - Wolke, 1971
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet 
Ana Kras  Cy Twombly: Miramare 2005
They loved me until
I was gone.

Anne Sexton, from
The Death Baby  (via harjol)
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