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“my creative life is my deepest prayer”
— Sue Monk Kidd, The Dance of The Dissident Daughter
and now there is silence.
August 1, 1916 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
It is 11:30 p.m. on the evening of August first, and I am very tired.
The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
Astronomy sampler. The Gate Beautiful. 1903.
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The soul speaks in constellations. 🜍 ⟡ ⟢
To eat raspberries (I just ate a cupful) is to live.
July 3, 1964 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
I can feel the sea spreading out before my soul.
July 22, 1913 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)
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A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984, dir. Wes Craven
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Oil on linen , 12. x 16 cm.
if we were both nuns in the 16th/17th century and i claimed to be having mystical religious visions and u were the nun assigned to watch over me to make sure the devil didnt get me during my trance states and then i said we should have lesbian sex but it wouldnt be lesbian because angels were acting through me would you do it
the flesh putrefies, the machine rusts, and the divine corrupts, and so the rot remains supreme
At this hour, Losel Yauch
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Angela Carter, from “The Lady of the House of Love”, The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories
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