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Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’

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“And so it seems that I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath (via bnmxfld)

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— Sarah Kay, Phil Kaye, When Love Arrives

my esteemed rival,

my beloved nemesis,

dearly detested,

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we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed

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“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,”

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peeling a clementine is so easy. it comes so naturally. its inviting… the clementine WANTS to be peeled. its melancholic, sanguine… but an orange? whats an orange but a nuisance… the orange torments and mocks with its brute strength. it exists only to create chaos. next time you decide to indulge in a citrus delight, heed my word. choose the clementine

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But seriously having appearance or ‘sexual attractiveness’ brought into irrelevant situations (eg. Being called ‘gorgeous’ or strangers saying ‘thanks for the view’ when you give them directions, being honked at etc.) leads to this really persistent and uneasy feeling of being watched everywhere you go and it amazes me that people still don’t understand how constant and negative that feeling is