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“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”

— William Faulkner (b. 25 September 1897)

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“Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.”

— Tara Rose

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"

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— Nicole Lyons

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August 5, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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— raymond carver

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I began to draw an invisible line between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

- Haruki Murakami

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“I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.”

— Francheska, of ‘Hey Fran Hey’

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Your body

Your body, a masterpiece, sculpted divine, Made for my hands to worship and entwine Each curve and contour, a heavenly design, For my touch to linger, in pleasure's shrine Your lips, a temptation, soft and inviting, Made for my kisses, endlessly delighting For my lips to claim, in fervent igniting, In the dance of passion, never subsiding You were made for me, my love and devotion, To worship and cherish, in eternal motion In the realm of desire, our hearts in sync, You were made for me, to love and drink Your essence, a symphony, intoxicating and pure, In the dance of ecstasy, forever endure For you are mine, to adore and explore, In the sacred union, forevermore ~ For Your Pleasure

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Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Dorothy Brett (May 1922)

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— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

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― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]

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𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸)

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“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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I think ‘I adore you’ is such a wonderful phrase, it’s so soft and loving and feels so safe and comforting