Words: As more of mine spill, the less I wanna hear. My thoughts reeking with stupidity. Oozing judgements, too much fear.
I'll leave you for now, won't ask what that's about. But I'll wait for a recall. Remember me in the midst of it all.
Virginia Woolf's a letter to Violet Dickinson, September 1907.
Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025
The feeling of your words will linger as time passes, but these memories will haunt me 'till the end of time.
— danagray
— C.T. Salazar; Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
Louise Glück, from Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems; "A Foreshortened Journey,"
May, 1936 Journals of Anais Nin 1934-1939 [volume 2]