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22/11

“You do not know to what extent I guard myself, and my feelings. It is strange how you get truth from me.”

Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953

" I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity "

Franz kafka
Egon Schiele, “Lovers” (1909)