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redsaintt:

“I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of  
Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)

mournfulroses:

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Erica Jong, from a poem titled “Statue,” featured in Loveroot: Poems, originally published in 1975

seaymph:

“I am again devouring myself.”

— Anaïs Nin (via aurorasdreamerie)

seaymph:

“Was it lust or hunger? How could I tell the difference?”

— Margaret Atwood, from Stone Mattress: Nine Wicked Tales; “Lusus Naturae,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

seaymph:

“Bury the light that lingers— in poetry, in ribcages.”

Michelle Tudor  (via loveage-moondream)

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Images in a Convent (D'Amato, 1979)

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