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Violentwavesofemotion: “After I Entered The Kingdom Of Poetry, I Ended By Anointing Myself With Love For Everything.” — Federico García Lorca, From A Letter To Adriano Del Valle C. 1918

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Four-Fires: “Art Is To Console Those Who Are Broken By Life.” — Vincent Van Gogh (Via Goodreadss)

Violentwavesofemotion: “The Softness In Her Face, The Light In Her Eyes. A Flash Of Genuine Contact.” — Susan Sontag, From “Death Kit,” Published C. January 1967

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Loveage-Moondream: “Once Upon A Time There Was A Boy Who Loved A Girl, And Her Laughter Was A Question He Wanted To Spend His Whole Life Answering.” — Nicole Krauss, The History Of Love

Loveisrecognition: Violentwavesofemotion: “I Cannot Live Without Loving And Being Loved,” — Mary Shelley, From A Diary Entry Wr. C. October 1822 Featured In “Journals,” Ok Facts

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Chiffonandchardonnay: “…Air Spiked With Moonlight, Covering My Own Flesh, Turning Me Into A Magical Thing.” — Meena Alexander, From “Fault Lines,” Originally Published C. 1993 (Via Violentwavesofemotion)

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