Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are. Anthony Marra, from A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena  (via coyotegold)

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I wish you weren’t mad at me. I wish I wasn’t driving you into someone else’s arms that are only warm for a night. The worst feeling is to be forgotten whether it be a night, hour, or even a second.

How I feel is that if I wanted anything I’d take it. That’s what I’ve always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via womansworth)