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metamorphesque

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[text ID: I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.]

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hairtusk

Joan Didion, 'Where the Kissing Never Stops', in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

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toastbutteregg

dailynietzsche

“Man likes woman peaceful, but however well she may have trained herself to seem peaceful, she is essentially unpeaceful, like a cat.”

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §131 (edited).

hairtusk

Joan Didion, 'Where the Kissing Never Stops', in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

toomucharitime

#big mood

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all that pain, and loneliness, and misery, and it just made her kind ... of an asshole tbh

#edit.

nymeriawolves-blog

ichorose-blog

i literally just logged in to remind @creaturedear about this edit she made me like 4 years ago

#re: alexander.

eriswrites-a-blog

WISDOM’S DAUGHTER WALKS ALONE. the mark of athena burns through rome.

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goodreadss

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via goodreadss)

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wordsnquotes

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point. (via wordsnquotes)

I’ve always been so intrigued by language and how it completely changes you—because of cultural context, because of humor. Everything is so different. I always find that I’m less sarcastic in France and maybe I’m a bit more shy and a bit more reserved, even more polite. My voice tends to go up quite a lot. I’d love to speak more languages just to discover who I become in a different language.

#vis.