My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.
- Rilke
"   Is there no way out of the mind?   "
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thewordsofsylviaplath)
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And
Her soul!

Her soul is consumed by this longing.

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Sappho, from Atthis (via violentwavesofemotion)
"   Thank God I get tired and can sleep.   "
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thewordsofsylviaplath)
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"   But when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.   "
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (Hogarth Press, 1931)