Rachel

“I know the hard ground and the taste of the salt water I’m made of and the way even getting out of bed feels impossible some days. I know how some moments there’s not even enough air.

I know the desperate and the bargains you want to make with the universe and every last prayer you’ve prayed to gods you don’t even believe in.

But stupid? No, love.

Not stupid. Not you. You are infinitely, impossibly, beautifully human.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors. And that lover, when you find him or her, will see you and know you – just as you are and just as you should be.

And they will say yes. Yes, you. I will go there with you. I have been waiting for this.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“Some rumors said she was a demon from another world. Other rumors said she was death incarnate, someone to remind us of our misdeeds. But no one had said how beautiful she was. No one had mentioned her eyes. The ones that showed color only for a second. A hint of beauty in absolute blackness.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, July Thunder

“This is not to worry you, Henry, it is just that I can’t keep from saying it, that I am overflowing, desperately in love with you as I never was with anyone.”
― Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953