“I think, well, I just wanted the pleasure without feeling. But something holds me back. There is in me something untouched, unstirred, which commands me. /That/ will have to be moved if I am to move wholly.”— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
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“Tired, my love, so fuckn’ tired”
Painting By: Malcom T. Liepke’s.
Photo: Bob Dylan & Joan Beaz 1965.
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“I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.”— Rudy Francisco (via yesdarlingido)
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“I will never be the same again – it was absolutely explosive, vital, soul-shattering.”— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Philip E. McCurdy written c. April 1954
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