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“Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.” Robert Frost, from A Line-Storm Song (via violentwavesofemotion)
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"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance."
Vincent van Gogh

"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance."

Vincent van Gogh

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Because of sadness there are paintings, there are novels.
Melancholia | Lav Diaz, 2008

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“I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —” Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me.” Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour   (via petrichour)

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cinemove:

Before Sunrise (1995) 

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“Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.” Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919 (via petrichour)

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

"Maya Angelou" Phenomenal Woman (via contramonte)

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