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The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

I hope people around me love me enough to do sadaqa jariyah in my name when I die.

-her.written.thoughts

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏"

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"

And for you, a thousand times over I will.

— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”

-Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

She smiles a lot.

Even when she's sad?

Especially when she's sad.

In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.

“She turned to me and said, “hold me”. So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands.”

-Zachary K Douglas

Frrrrr

“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????

From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi

11/08. Got drenched while coming back home

Never loved rain more than today.

— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning

Trust me, it's ok.

It’s okay to miss sometimes. Not some person but the time that is gone. The time when you could sleep a little longer, laugh a little louder and never feel tired. When the world was happy, when you were happy.

-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

— August 3, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries

august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)

-Virginia Woolf, from “Reading”

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

-Sylvia plath

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 1 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠.

𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒.

𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠.

𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑦 💌

Happy girlfriends day💌

So who's gonna meet me behind the mall this August?

Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems

Darling wake up, its AUGUST already 💌.

Paul Guest, from 1987 // Carol Rifka Blunt from, Tell the wolves I am home.