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@h@ @h@ @h@ @h@“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)
Erica Jong, from a poem titled “Statue,” featured in Loveroot: Poems, originally published in 1975
“I am again devouring myself.”— Anaïs Nin (via aurorasdreamerie)
“Was it lust or hunger? How could I tell the difference?”— Margaret Atwood, from Stone Mattress: Nine Wicked Tales; “Lusus Naturae,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“Bury the light that lingers— in poetry, in ribcages.”— Michelle Tudor (via loveage-moondream)