dreaming

Finally, we have them all.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

yes he did

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”

Katherine Mansfield

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Tommy Olofsson, tr. by Jean Pearson, from a poem featured in “Elemental Poems,”

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

[Text ID: why poetry can be hard for most people. because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do. /End ID]

Anaïs Nin, from the short story “Mathilde”, Delta of Venus (published posthumously in 1977)