I Tried To Doodle Some.

— Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

M #43

you told me you wanted to stop because you were hurting me. but it's been four months, and i'm still crying, hurting, barely breathing.

No man has ever looked at me the way you do. Its not lust. Its not love either. Its beyond human experience, something no one has ever witnessed, so it lacks a name. Its something higher than simple love.

𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Journeystones I-XI”

[Text ID: “my heart grows / confused / between your need for love / and your need for destruction.”]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934