"… I could not mean peace to him, it would have been dangerous for him if that had been so, the temptation to see him die I would have found overwhelming, I would not have been able to resist it.”
“Count each day as a separate life.”—
Marcus Annaeus Seneca , 54 BC – c. 39 AD
(via artemisdreaming)
“December’s language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.”— Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: “Enigmas of Night,”
7-83:
“That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy.”— Ted Hughes - from a letter to Sylvia Plath (via watchoutforintellect)
Porn blogs still posting porn until December 17th is the equivalent of the band playing while the Titanic was sinking.