Raise your hand if you too possess an intense, almost religious faggotry

E.M. Forster, from Maurice

Euripides

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster

A ROOM WITH A VIEW (1985) Be his wife. He is already part of you. Though you never see him again, or forget his very name, George will work in your thoughts till you die. It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. When I think what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love—Marry him; it is one of the moments for which the world was made. - E. M. Forster

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

E.M. Forster

i want to take a solo-trip to greece like clive durham but instead of having an identity crisis and coming back straight/normal i want to have an identity crisis and come back gayer/weirder

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

E.M. Forster

When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster

"Maurice" by James Ivory with James Wilby and Hugh Grant, 1987, after the novel with the same name by E.M. Forster

When you get so irked by someone saying that "Clive and Maurice were the better romantic pairing because they truly loved each other while Alec and Maurice's relationship was based on nothing but sex" that you end up writing a small essay in a Pinterest comment section (which had to be broken up into 500 character chunks because of Pinterest's character limit).

Anyway, I actually like what I wrote so I wanted to share it here. I didn't say everything I wanted to in the exact way that I wanted to due to the word restrictions, but I think it did the job.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

E.M. Forster

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now— pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

E.M. Forster, from “Howards End”

When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.

// E.M. Forster

E.M. Forster, from Maurice

When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster