the girl dinner archives | pt. IV

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the girl dinner archives | pt. IV
L. V., i hope you're happy but i'll look away if it's not with me [inspired by @luminote]
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath, Vol. I: 1940-1956
james longenbach / wendy cope / jon kabat-zinn
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— Kazuo Ishiguro, My Twentieth Century Evening and Other Small Breakthroughs
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
cloe
Giorgia Bellotti
there’s something so fucking magical about bookstores and libraries
“You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.”
— T. James (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
I looked like exactly what I was. A woman who should be dead from grief and rage but wasn’t. A woman whose formidable intelligence and creativity were just getting born, only she had no fucking idea what to do with them.
Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir
“I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.”
— Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis