— Susan Sontag, Death Kit
[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]
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— Susan Sontag, Death Kit
[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]
Inner peace will calm any storm.
—Marissa Davis, from Notes Left for the Ohio River to Read After It Tells Me It Has Forgotten Its Source
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The best part of being authentic is that there is no image to maintain. You will delight some and disturb others, and none of it will concern the truth of your being.
“Anne hoped she had outlived the age of blushing;
but the age of emotion she certainly had not.”
— details of Anne Elliot, Jane Austen, Persuasion
—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
The palace smelled of stone and paint, of people and food and beeswax floor polish.
The garden smelled only of flowers and earth.
Real love doesn't meet you at your best.
It meets you in your mess.
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.
Les Sabots by François Boucher, 1768 (details)
Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”
emily dickinson [ID: “Oh the Earth was made for lovers,” end ID]
waking up early and sitting in the dewy grass
Sakutarō Hagiwara, from Face at the Bottom of the World and Other Poems; "Cafe of the drunken moon"