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He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

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So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose and Diary Excerpts

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Humphrey Bogart by Yousuf Karsh

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Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

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stormy mornings, music, annotated books, libraries at midnight, love letters, , tote bags, forehead kisses, sunsets, red lipstick, messy hair, mythology,, coffee, writers, poets, theatre, stars, journals

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The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

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May 29, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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Virginia Woolf, The Years

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Ida Lupino OUT OF THE FOG 1941 | Anatole Litvak

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Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

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Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

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William Faulkner, Light in August

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cherish the quiet, little moments. reading your book in your bed with a cosy blanket. noticing the colors of the sky. watching the rain outside through your window. closing your eyes and just taking a breath. the sun shining on your skin. the small smiles and eyes lightning up.

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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 18 May 1926, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. III: 1923-1927

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Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry, dated 2 March 1918

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You’re Laura Hunt. Yes. Laura (1944) dir. Otto Preminger