My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.
- Rilke
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"   I am nothing but words,
       just a shape
              of dreams or night.   "
Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via mitochondria)
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"   I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.   "
Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell
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"   Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater. Suppose I let it escape as seeds shoot through the eyes of a dream god—would it frighten him away? Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.   "
Anne Carson, Plainwater (via theperfumemaker)
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