How Is It That You're Always On My Mind, Even When I'm Not Trying To Think Of You?

Cynthia Macdonald, from a poem titled "By The Sea," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker

nobody’s love ever feels like yours… i miss yours

Bande à part (1964), dir. Jean-Luc Godard

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

M #43

you told me you wanted to stop because you were hurting me. but it's been four months, and i'm still crying, hurting, barely breathing.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. April 1929, featured in Selected Diaries

May 12 to 13, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973