Jun 04
I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.
— Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 28 January 1927 (via courcel)
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May 25
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then.
— Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via patehtic)
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