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Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery - Anne Sexton
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can."
- W. S. Merwin, from Sight

Trust issues stop when you allow yourself to open up and be devoured whole, to understand and accept that you will be exhausted, torn at your seams, tugged by strings you hadn’t known existed, and maybe even left. It is all a part of it, so do not tell me you are in love if you have not let yourself become consumed entirely by that fear, and become so comfortable that you let it sleep beside you, in the form of their hand on your thigh.

So many people try to tell you that letting yourself go is not the healthy way to love. I say it matters more what is the hungriest way to love.

- Sleepingtigers
"All too violently my heart still flows toward you — my heart, upon which my summer burns, short, hot, melancholy, overblissful; how my summer heart craves your coolness."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, from Ecce Homo
"I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star."
- Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 9 February 1927
"I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you."
- Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit
"What frightens me isn’t getting close to someone, letting them explore their way through every little nook of my chest and find the sweetest spots. It’s not gaining love and learning again what it means to not just be alone but alone with someone else. It’s the way their name begins to familiarize itself with your tongue, twirling around it and hiding out in your mouth. You don’t think, your lips play with your tongue which plays with the roof of your mouth like they’re crawling themselves personally inside. They make a home inside of your mouth, and when it’s made you can’t help but to say it like they’ll always be there. It’s not the affection that scares me, it’s the name. The taste it leaves behind, what it would be like to become strangers for some odd years and find yourself dizzy when your mouth re-learns it again. It terrifies me to have a memory like that nestling under my tongue, waiting for me to speak on it again. Always waiting. You can’t get rid of a name."
- Sleepingtigers
"I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you."
- Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 28 January 1927
"Take me,
my gifts
my moods
my body
my cries
my joys
my submissions
my yielding
my terror
my abandon,
take all you want."
- Anaïs Nin, from Ladders To Fire
"You always seem to know what I mean. You see more, you just see more, and what you see is there all right. You get at the center of everything."
- Frida Kahlo, from a letter to Diego Rivera dated 31 June 1948

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing
there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

- Rumi, from There Is A Field
"I’m sorry, I said, I’m really sorry.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I’m in love,
and now you’ve made a fool of me…"
- Charles Bukowski, from I’m In Love

A child draws the outline of a body.
She draws what she can, but it is white all through,
she cannot fill in what she knows is there.
Within the unsupported line, she knows
that life is missing; she has cut
one background from another. Like a child,
she turns to her mother.

And you draw the heart
against the emptiness she has created.

- Louise Glück, from Portrait