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Someone hold me — hold me, so I will not continue to race from one love to another dispersing me, disrupting me…hold me to one…

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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I cannot bear the little loves, and yet I cannot claim all of yours, and every day I see you now, immense, complete, and I but a fragment, wandering…

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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Oh if you reblog my posts and for some reason find it appropriate to add your handle to it I will block you and hex you. And if you coincidentally have a blog full of p*rn I can’t even begin to explain your fate to you

Respectfully and not to come across as a killjoy when certain people add their little commentary to my posts trying to be "funny" I just want to say: you are not, and I hate you. You've never made me laugh. Not even once

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Acting in you is a revelation. What the soul so often cannot say through the body because the body is not subtle enough, you can say. The body usually betrays the soul.

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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Her body a chalice, a ciborium, a niche of shadows.

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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I understand his madness, why does he run away from me? I feel close to him, why does he not feel close to me, why doesn't he see the resemblance between us, between our madness. I want the impossible, I want to fly all the time, I destroy ordinary life, I run towards all the dangers of love as he ran towards all the dangers of war. He runs away, war is less terrifying to him than life…

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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There were places where only the beat of the blood guided the body, where there was no separation from the speed of wind, the tumult of waves, and the sun's orgies.

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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What remained was a costume: it was piled on the floor of his room, and empty of her.

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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For a moment she saw her love anxieties as resembling those of a drug addict, of alcoholics, of gamblers. The same irresistible impulse, tension, compulsion and then depression following the yielding to the impulse, revulsion, bitterness, depression, and the compulsion once more…

Anaïs Nin, from “A Spy in the House of Love”

#Anaïs Nin #American literature #fiction #novels

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I’m starting Lord of the Flies soon

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Hi! May I ask, who is the author of the painting on you profile pic ? It’s gorgeous

Hello! Girl in a Chair, Dod Procter (1892-1972)

#responses

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

#Sylvia Plath #American literature #fiction #novels #classics

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I was my own woman.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

#Sylvia Plath #American literature #fiction #novels #classics

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Respectfully and not to come across as a killjoy when certain people add their little commentary to my posts trying to be "funny" I just want to say: you are not, and I hate you. You've never made me laugh. Not even once

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The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

#Sylvia Plath #American literature #fiction #novels #classics