#lit lover

[persephonediary]

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[iztyping]

“If, when I tell you, dearest dear, that your agony is over, and that I have come here to take you from it, and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest, I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste, and of our native France so wicked to you, weep for it, WEEP FOR IT!” —Lucie Manette, A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

[persephonediary]

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

The Picture of Dorian Grey, Oscar Wilde

[persephonediary]

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[persephonediary]

I’m at peace with the fact I might forever remain single due to my parasocial relationships with poets and writers who have died hundreds of years ago..

[persephonediary]

[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time...

—Anaïs Nin

[persephonediary]

Sundays are for lovers 🫶