“My simple, intoxicating desire to be reborn,”— Stéphane Mallarmé, from The Collected Poems; “The Nurse and Herodias,”
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“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books.”— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
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“Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.”— Angela Carter, from Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories; “Black Venus”
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“I want to do nothing but write and dream of strawberries and cream,”— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Brian Cox written c. December 1961 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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2019 is gonna be all about the monstrous feminine. here’s to keeping it feral, grotesque and unhinged, ladies 🥂
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