“Will you not stay with me, inside me always? I have come up from such depths to find you. To say that I love you isn’t enough. It’s more, more. Probe around inside me, unearth everything that’s in me.”
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953. The Kiss, Edvard Munch (1897).
shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.
Was this a gift she gave me, too? How the world opened up? How it kept opening up.
– Jeff VanderMeer, Hummingbird Salamander
the raven cycle as the long and short of it by richard siken
adam:
gansey:
ronan:
blue:
+henry:
FIRST LOVE: THE LITTER ON THE BREEZE 1997┃Eric Kot Man-Fai
“does my heartbreak echo in the hall of your mouth after you kiss?”
— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “Your New Girlfriend Is Pretty and I Hate Her”
