Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul

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Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
Bettie Page / photo by Bunny Yeager.
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Joy Sullivan, from “At the Airport”, Instructions for Traveling West
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Kōtarō Takamura, translated by Hiroaki Sato, from Chieko and Other Poems; "Fountain of Mankind,"
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre, featured in Letters to Sartre
May 25: Sometimes, late at night, when the house is silent and the moon is a cold disc in the sky, I feel a strange urge to just… walk. To keep walking until I’m lost, until I don’t know where I am or who I’m supposed to be. Anything to outrun this emptiness. This heavy, suffocating coat of longing that I can’t seem to shed.
Grief is really just love with no place to go.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"
D. H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence
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I was born with a curse called ‘I want to know everything’
—Fernando Pessoa, "The Book of Disquiet"