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You see to me you're in the waves, which is why the water's bitter and my biggest fear is drowning. 🌊
ALT“Darling, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time. How about a photograph of you? There is a spot on my dresser that my eye catches the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night and I can think of nothing I’d like better than to have your picture there —“
from Other People’s Love Letters, edited by Bill Shapiro
Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”
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Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
By the way, do you know the joys of being alone, walking alone, lying in the sun alone?
By the way, do you know the joys of being alone, walking alone, lying in the sun alone?
I am full of unease, a strange, infernal agitation, which might be productive if only I knew what to do with it. A “creative” unease. Not of the body–not even a dozen passionate nights of love could assuage it. It is almost a “sacred” unease.
How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
“i think i needed to lose you so that i could finally find myself.”
Letters To My Head, part four.
please don’t delete my caption :)
You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange.
Swiftcurrent Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana.
