Jessica

“Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.”
― Sharon Olds

“Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow