When A Physicist Falls In Love :)

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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. IV: 1944-1947

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out

"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."

tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

— October 7, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

for years, i have swallowed my anger like it's my mom's pasta. or poison. it's all the same anyway. i gulped it down, so it doesn't hurt anyone else. only me. only me. even when anger burned to wrath and a billion bombs went off inside of me, i said nothing. no one told me i could be pretty, even with bloody knuckles. no one told me i could be loved amidst the burning. even now, i bite my tongue til it bleeds and i know, i know, i know. to be angry is to be human. but is it so wrong to want to be otherworldly? to be pure and untouched by it all? so what if i'm burning myself out from the inside? with the blood of tongue and ash of the girl i used to be. i think it would make a beautiful altar. laid to waste, i think i might finally be good.

I love abusing the fuck out of the English language. I’ll just make a word up. Fuck it. Shakespeare did it too.

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror