Absolutely no one.

“Why don’t you die?.” There was no point in being coy. She wanted to kill him; they both knew it. Blood was still flowing down the hilt of the knife, dripping scarlet across the white marble floor, spattering across the ouroboros mosaic. His lips curved into an insincere smile. “Prior commitments, I’m afraid.” ― SenLinYu, Alchemised

To tell a story is in some part to tell a lie, isn’t it?

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)

Frida Kahlo, from a letter to Alejandro Gomez Arias, written in 1927, featured in The Love Letters of Frida Kahlo

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf

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Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

'Nighttime Travellers' by Barbara Sobczynska

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf

Albert Camus, American Journals

𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 & 𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰

Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov”