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Carolyn Marie Rodgers, from “On/My/Aging”
Carolyn Marie Rodgers, from "Something Inside"
By the Tracks, 1941
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— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks
[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]
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Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin
Text ID: You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness,
HAND ON MY HEART. HAND ON MY STUPID HEART
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I made myself soft as the sky. / I loved so open / I knew every edge / and chose to fall from each of them
Kolbe Riney, from “voyager,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 57)
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]
Salma Deera, Letters from Medea