Pime

It's all part of a cosmic unconsciousness.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

—Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Translation by Richard Howard, 1978 (via wonderfulambiguity)

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.

—Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (via man-of-prose)

Beyond all things is the sea.

—Seneca (via lazyyogi)

Everything carries me
to you, as if everything
that exists, aromas, lights, metals, were little
boats that sail toward
those isles of yours that wait for me.

—Pablo Neruda (via purplebuddhaproject)

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