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— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
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“Amethyst. Turquoise. Shell pink. Irish green. I would like to be naked and cover myself with cold crystal jewelry. Jewelry and perfume.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)

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No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
exfoliated 2 hard and scrubbed my face entirely off and am currently looking forward to experiencing the world without the weight of being perceived. i will miss lipgloss tho
reborn: journals and notebooks, susan sontag
[ID: “There is nothing, nothing that stops me from doing anything except myself” end ID]

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“You must bear it. The bad days mustn’t succumb you to the pain. Endure it. Let it give your future self a reason to look back and say, “How impossible it seemed to survive such misery, and yet, I did.””
— Megan Grant, from Solitude & the SeaÂ
“We should find solace for misfortune in the happy memory of what has been and in the knowledge that what has been cannot be undone.”
— Epicurus, Vatican Sayings
“So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it.”
— Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead (via wordsnquotes)
sitting in a silk robe and doing your makeup is so therapeutic and divine
i love sitting in my room…..alone….a girl in her cave….scheming and plotting and drinking tea

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we need to stop having images of ourselves in our heads we need to destroy all mirrors and stop taking pictures !! stop existing outside of yourself ! your body is your hands and your feet it’s what you use to run and use to climb and it is you ! that’s it! to look yourself in your face.. what dissonance. cameras ARE witchcraft and mirrors ARE tools of the devil the oldies were right boys ! go back to being a child and eating mud. true freedom is found there. anyways i’ll go back to making sense next tuesday.Â
Me: Nothing can stop me now
Myself: *stops me*
yeah sure sex might be good but have you ever heard estranged by guns n roses?

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every time i massage moisturizer onto my face i feel kin with those evil witches in stories obsessed with youth and beauty….they did nothing wrong, ever,
“A goddess, with a siren’s grace,–”
— James Whitcomb Riley, from “Orlie Wilde,” written c. September 1878