高円寺での雨

Roxy and the rain.

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会いたい。

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June weather. Still, bright, fresh. But my mind is very bare to words—English words—at the moment; they hit me, hard, I watch them bounce and spring. I detest my own volubility. Why be always spouting words? I can write nothing. Also I have almost lost the power of reading.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. April 1927 featured in Selected Diaries (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Something meaningful. 

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Mourning days are over. I am not victimized by neglect, less prone to earthquakes of the soul, to tidal waves of anguish.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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♥ ♥

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Lately many years have passed.

Clarice Lispector, from a book dedication to Fernando Sabino featured in Letters Close to the Heart (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Luhan for Harper’s Bazaar June 2017 issue…..

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If black is your brightest color...