Cami

“lady through whose profound and fragile lips the sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.”
― E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems

“could it be said of her that she had been promiscuous? No, that could not be said of her. For she had been as free as air, and one does not qualify the general atmosphere with such a paltry adjective as “promiscuous.” She had just slept with everybody—with white, black, yellow, pink, green, or purple—but she had never been promiscuous.”
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

“There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?"
I did not answer them.”
― Dorothy Parker

“My ribs show. What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel