Status Updates From Henry and June

'the earth pours out essences like a woman a man has ploughed and seeded.'
🤠 (wash me eyes with bleach)

'Then what am I? That Friday, when I lay in three men's arms, what was I?'
... unfaithful? a liar? a lover? free?
(it feels so weird to be reading about these men fighting over anais' c word)

i have enjoyed every minute of this book. i’m slow to read it because i want to take it in, and i put it down so often because it inspires my own writing. i feel rejuvenated as i read and write. it’s becoming my bible

"that is the weakest way of enjoying life: to let it whip you."

ma'am maybe I am a masochist.

You have such a delicious sense of humor — I adore that in you. I want always to see you laughing. It belongs to you.