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wanna be facedown on the bed, feeling you fuck me from behind, tits bouncing, my pussy so wet it's all I can hear apart from breathless moans and grunts, looking into the mirror and watching you smirk down at me as you drill me into the mattress

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Anne Enright, The Wren, the Wren

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Eugène Cyrille Brunet, Messaline

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Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

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every time you get a little moment of joy I need you to really notice it and revel in it. suck up every last ounce of serotonin you can get. you're going to need it.

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Mary Oliver, from "Staying Alive" in Upstream: Selected Essays

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cannibalism as a metaphor for love but also as a metaphor for metamorphosis and sex and hunger that does not stop at the stomach.

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   Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, The Hague, 21 July 1882

[text ID: Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.]

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Erika L. Sánchez, from "Prodigal Daughter"

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"I held you once...", Tathev Simonyan

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"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

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A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it And there were troughs beside —

A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun Under the tender Carpenter Perpetual nail it down —

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