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(literature girl summer) we're back to finishing a book in two days
Glennon Doyle, Untamed
Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012
Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
Joy Sullivan, “In This New Life”, Instructions for Traveling West
Joy Sullivan, from "Howl", Instructions for Traveling West
btw I am doing it afraid
btw I did it afraid and was rewarded beautifully
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn
― Talk, Hozier
There is no greater innocence than our gentle sin.
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2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
“One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.” ― Dejan Stojanović, The Shape
“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
― Homer, The Iliad
"Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium."
Who, Sylvia Plath
Connie Wanek, from On Speaking Terms; Poems; "Confessional Poem,"
Alden Nowlan
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Hearts are made to be broken.
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
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