[ID: August 18. And so this August is wasted. END ID] August 18, 1921 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1933
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[ID: August 18. And so this August is wasted. END ID] August 18, 1921 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1933
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies (tr. by Stuart Gilbert & Lionel Abel), 1943 (via lunamonchtuna)
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“Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state. Freedom.”
— Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children
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