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— Louise L. Hay

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Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

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“You’re within me — in every thought, every word, every act.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre

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[...] you and I harbor the same dark secret in our hearts.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from ‘The Flies’, tr. Stuart Gilbert

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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]

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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Epic and Dramatic Fragments and Long Poems; from ‘Poem Without a Hero’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

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Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Notes on your dramatic exit from the house party”

[Text ID: “OH YOU DO LOVE THEM / YOU DO / JUST NOT / IN THE WAY THAT LETS BOTH OF YOU LIVE”]

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Auguries & Divinations, Heather Treseler

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If there is anything left to say, it is this: I would have found you anywhere. I will find you anywhere.

— Venetta Octavia, “Orbitals” from Prelude to Light

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“It is a strange thing to nourish what could kill you in the hopes it does not kill you.”

— Clementine von Radics, from There Is A Lion In My Living Room in “Mouthful Of Forevers”  (via bluebeardsbride)

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“Tell me if there’s any way to love you, deep blue and wide open, soft and scrubbed and thin, flesh and skin, shrinking bones, raw parts, any way at all, without letting myself bleed.”

Sea Salt, Marla Miniano

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“But in his flesh he speaks to me / and I in my flesh understand him.”

— Delmira Agustini, from Selected Poetry: Poetics of Eros; The Swan. (via xshayarsha)

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— Anne Carson, from The Beauty of the Husband.

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Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed; The Loves and Love Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay,”

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Rise and collapse of a wave. Details of paintings by Michael Zeno Diemer (1867-1939)