— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.
![[ID: the worst part of love is / that I remember it. / I walk around all day thinking: / I’m going to die in the universe you loved me in. / I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4168ec8e6deb2e9c8d58244fabe4c5e0/e08cad805cb93b95-da/s500x750/a05624e883516f04ca2f1089a6ae0e087c29af7a.jpg)
![britomart:
“talonabraxas:
“ A gentle path in the marsh
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[ID: A dreamy photograph showing a gently trodden path through tall pink and green plants/grass, through tall dark green trees. /end ID.]
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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
[ID: A thousand emotions have swept through me to-night. I don’t comprehend half of them. END ID.]
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
Sharon Olds, from “Something Is Happening”, One Secret Thing: Poems
Perfect Magazine, 2022.
Ph. Zhong Lin
