and thus is my soul laid bare for the world to see

— Georgia O'Keeffe, from a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O'Keeffe: Art and Letters (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol.III: 1939-1944

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Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "The Chorus Speaks her Words as She Dances," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems

The last two lines are by Greek poet Maria Polydouri

Maria Shriver, from her book titled "I Am Maria: My Reflections, and Poems on Heartbreak, Healing and Finding your Way Home,"

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

the lover’s almanac : part one.

— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)

Louise Glück, “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962 - 2012

Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

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