Anaïs Nin, From The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, 1944-1947

24 March, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin.

D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Novels and Writings of D. H. Lawrence

Tired of being an afterthought

A sudden remembrance

Often forgotten, bares no resemblance

To who I want to be

A strong person

Who’s quick on their feet

I know who I am,

And who I am not

And I will not be a fucking afterthought.

Wrote this during my freshman year of college (2019)