﹒ ◠Its her season ⊹ ﹒
I’d never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.
If love could be a flavor, I think it would be sweet.
May 25, 1929 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 Â [volume 4]
ahem
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…” he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. “What a stupid lamb,” I sighed. “What a sick, masochistic lion.”
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