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A reedless woodwind in her hand.
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“It is only a word that I used to hear. But your magical voice changes it, turning my butterflies fly off my stomach. It is my name, merely my name…”
“Human beings do not grow in perfect symmetry. They oscillate, expand, contract, back track, arrest themselves, retrogress, mobilize, atrophy in part, proceed erratically according to experience and traumas. Some aspects of the personality mature, others do not. Some live in the past, some in the present. Some people are futuristic characters, some are cubistic, some are hard-edged, some geometric, some abstract, some impressionistic, some surrealistic! Some of their insights remain relative, and we can no longer think of a character as good or bad, but a combination of characteristics which vary according to relationship and the point in time. We know now that we are composites in reality, collages of our fathers and mothers, of what we read, of television influences and films, of friends and associates, and we know we often play roles quite removed from our genuine selves.”
Anaïs Nin, from The Novel of the Future. (via meganmcisaac)

omg so right. right.

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“Our voices never reach each other. Our eyes never meet. Only our sighs synchronize perfectly.”
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simplyyinspired:

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