"I carved a sonnet with a steel blade."
Ivan Bunin, tr. by Simon Franklin, from “High Up on a Snowy Peak,”
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"I have already lived too long in another world, and I want to go back there again."
Egon Schiele, from a letter to Edith Harms written c. November 1916 (via violentwavesofemotion)
"I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly."
A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton (via vilicity)
