My Diry
He Lives In Dream.....Alone
She wants something.
Something that doesn’t exist.
She wants something to counter hopelessness.
She wants the wondrous thing,
The star hidden behind the stars.
| — | Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
"your voice is sand scattered in wind."
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