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“Up until then, i'd never understood how people could just keep on living (...) Maybe I had a place to belong, but it wasn't something definite, like a seat. It was flowing and formless... Perhaps inside of me, perhaps outside of me. A reason to live, the power to live, a place to belong in this world... I think the essence of that sweet nectar varies from person to person.”
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
“I bet everyone wants to be held,” I thought. Just wanting to be held can make people hurt each other, and lead them into sexual relationships which they then come to depend on. I just want to be held by someone and feel safe in their arms... how hard could that be...”
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
“Without a prospect in sight, day after day went by, like losing one's mind bit by bit.
I would repeat to myself, like a prayer: It's all right, it's all right, the day will come when you'll pull out of this.”
― Moonlight Shadow
I would repeat to myself, like a prayer: It's all right, it's all right, the day will come when you'll pull out of this.”
― Moonlight Shadow
“I lost the things that had given me shape, and as they disappeared, I felt like I was dissolving into thin air.”
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
― My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness
“It is sufficient to say that this Venus is beautiful. I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile. I literally adore her.
I often lie reading under the leafy covering of a young birch when the sun broods over the forest. often I visit that cold, cruel mistress of mine by night and lie on my knees before her, with the face pressed against the cold pedestal on which her feet rest, and my prayers go up to her.”
― Venus in Furs
I often lie reading under the leafy covering of a young birch when the sun broods over the forest. often I visit that cold, cruel mistress of mine by night and lie on my knees before her, with the face pressed against the cold pedestal on which her feet rest, and my prayers go up to her.”
― Venus in Furs
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