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“silence has always been my loudest scream.”
― Amanda Lovelace, The Princess Saves Herself in this One

“I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.”
― Emily Dickinson, Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

“Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind,”
― Velimir Khlebnikov

“Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.”
― Nikita Gill