I love you more than my own skin.
— Frida Kahlo (via tuileries)
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there, and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory…what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of our imagination is our flooding.
— Toni Morrison (via shitfamouspeoplesay)
I am inside someone
who hates me.
— Amiri Baraka, “An Agony. As Now.” (via angelled)
