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Who you are is who I love. Who I am is something else.
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.
I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.
It’s that I’m scared for you. Scared you’ll miss the point of where you are and why.
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Philip Legler featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
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“The things I find most beautiful about a person are almost never physical.”
— Mark Patterson (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”
— Frederick Buechner
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