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Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, d. March 4, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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“They don’t tell you that she loved the dark before she met him; that she loved the nights when the moon didn’t show its face, and the stars were dim. They never say that she craved it, power. No. They never say that girls lust, that they sin, and they do it all with red on their lips.”
— L.HZ (via lzeen)
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mary oliver, from “to begin with, the sweet grass,” in evidence
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Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Lament of Springtime,"
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Death whispered,"I'll love you more than life ever can."
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Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928
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her mouth tasted like cold coffee in the morning and leftover dark chocolate.
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“All the people you’ve been, which one is you?”
— Midnight Excerpts #43 // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
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Everyone goes through their own revolution, we just call it growth.
- This Anatomy of Meloncholy #1 // L.H.Z
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You don't know how many ways the world has collapsed to create my small tenderness. I am not gentle by nature, but occasionally it comes through.
- Excerpt from This Anatomy of Melancholy || L.H.Z
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George Seferis, translated by Rex Warner, from Poems translated from the Greek; "Epitaph,"
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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, d. March 28, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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