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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Two: 1920-1924
The girl dinner archives | pt. II
“I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.”
— Isaac Marion
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“They stood on the edge of a vast lawn of long soft grass that reached their thighs, moonlight touched it with silver and the air was thick with a chewy odor like tea that had steeped too long. The grass unrolled in front of them in a wide carpet leading to the river. And the river was bigger than God.
A silent silver ribbon dusted with the light of the moon..”🌙
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