โI want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.โ
โ Anaรฏs Nin, from โA Journal of Love,โ c. Fall 1932

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โI want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.โ
โ Anaรฏs Nin, from โA Journal of Love,โ c. Fall 1932
white shirts with a visible bra are so chic to me
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โ Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"
I still taste the past.
Unknown
Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, from An Oresteia; โOrestes,โ publ. c. 2009
โSometimes a shock to the system is a good thing, you know? Like a reminder that youโre alive.โ
โ Jessi Kirby
โWhatever you are, be a good one.โ
โ Unknown
โI loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express.โ
โ Charlotte Brontรซ
๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ธ๐ถ, ๐ท๐ฟ๐ธ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐ท๐ฟ๐ท๐บ-๐ท๐ฟ๐ธ๐น
โI offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings.โ
โ Gandhi
โYou write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably canโt, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the worldโฆโ
โ James Baldwin
โWhat a damnably lonely profession writing is! In order to do it, one must banish the world, and having banished it, one feels cosmically alone.โ
โ Erica Jong
When I look at my life and at the secret color which it has, I feel as if tears were trembling in my heart.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1951; September 22, 1937