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Italians know
how to call a fig
a fig: fica.
Mandolin-shaped fruit,
feminine as seeds,
amber or green
and bearing large leaves
to clothe our nakedness.
I believe it was
not an apple but a fig
Lucifer gave Eve,
knowing she would find
a fellow feeling
in this female fruit
and knowing also
that Adam would
lose himself
in the fig’s fertile heart
whatever the price—
God’s wrath, expulsion
angry angels
pointing with swords
to a world of woe.
One bite into
a ripe fig
is worth worlds
and worlds and worlds
beyond the green
of Eden.
by Erica Jong, from Love Comes First. © Penguin Group, 2009.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via elysewithay)
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“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (via letmeedream)
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Pablo Neruda (via girlinlondon)
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The Geometry of God by Uzma Aslam Khan
The Geometry of God by Uzma Aslam Khan
Robert Brault (via faeriepetals)
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Norman Vincent Peale (via ikilledjackjohnson)
“Angels don’t get married. To begin with they are too busy, and secondly they don’t fall in love with each other. (If you don’t know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?)
The way they live together is not unlike a fresh litter of pups: blind and grateful and denuded. This is not to say that they don’t feel love, because they do; sometimes they feel it so strongly that they think they’re having a panic attack. In these moments, their hearts race uncontrollably and they worry that they are going to throw up.”
from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
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