You were the sun and stars of Venus

London. Female

[weltenwellen]

“When I first faced pain I was shattered. When I first met failure, defeat, denial, loss, death, I died. Not today. I believe in my power, in my magic, and I do not die. I survive, I love, live, continue.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

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“Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking.”

— Sanna Wani, from “Memory is Sleeping,” The Puritan (no. 53, Spring 2021)

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— Malia Makana, from “Like Differently Love.”

[remasterizados]

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Tiago PZK: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 48 de Bizarrap y Tiago PZK (2021)

[happyheidi]

[geryone]

Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway

[thoughtkick]

“Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.”

— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

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“If you can’t do anything about it then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.”

— Tony Gaskins

[perfectquote]

“It’s simple. Don’t start something you know you can’t finish and don’t make promises you can’t keep. Be consistent, mean what you say, and let your actions speak for you. All else will fall into place.”

— R.M. Drake

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

[evaughn]

[quotemadness]

“If it is destroying you then it is not love my dear.”

— Unknown

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“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

[mylinae]

“I have kept you waiting for so long too, quite unintentionally and without a single unkind thought. You know well enough that this happens sometimes. One does not know why. Two or three times I wrote you a letter, and then left it unsent after all. But what does that really mean, when we are thinking of each other and will, perhaps, do so for a very long time yet?”

— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, Vienna, 12 April 1949 

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"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."

-Lisa Kleypas