thiswasspecial

everything felt better in my dreams

[mournfulroses]

Ernest Hemingway, from "The Garden of Eden," originally published in 1986

[pearlsofdew]

“You do not know to what extent I guard myself, and my feelings. It is strange how you get truth from me.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953)

[wordedarchive]

Tulips are beautiful in all their colours and so are you.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[saintluvly]

LOVE IS THE WHOLE POINT. OF IT ALL

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry dated 27 March 1922 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-1923

[firstfullmoon]

“I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider. . . every day you stay away — I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie. . . Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you. . . yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. . . I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes, for til now, I have only mourned for you; now I begin to hope for you.”

— Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Susan Huntington Gilbert

[petaltexturedskies]

Percy Bysshe Shelley, from "The Question" in The Collected Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

[petaltexturedskies]

I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands,

Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[seraphinesaintclair]

~ Seraphine Saintclair

[flowerytale]

Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem

[mournfulroses]

Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Legend,"

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— César Vallejo, from The Selected Writings; “Abraham Valdelomar Has Died.”

[Text ID: And I shall see you again and wrap my arms around you, like always, with all my soul, with all my heart.]

[strykerlancer-deactivated202405]

Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

[feral-ballad]

Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Pentachrome"

[Text ID: "My longings burn me"]

[shisasan]

April 10, 1927 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]