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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

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May Sarton, The House by the Sea

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The only way out is through.

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René Magritte (1898- 1967) - Le Seize Septembre.

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leonard cohen’s note to marianne ihlen, 1963.

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— via jitterati

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Blame the world for how I die, Praise my books for how I survived.

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You have to die a few times before you can really live

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I think I'm going back to the home i ran away from after all-

I will rip out the same knife twisting in my chest and hand it back to them

Delivering the corpse alive is easier for transport anyway

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Florence and The Machine, from “Back In Town“

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This abandoned house in the chilling woods of Russia [960 x 860]

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but sometimes that's just how it is, sometimes we are lost in love

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if i could just steal the moon from the sky to keep myself for who else could love her like i do