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I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

Virginia Woolf, “Letter to Vita Sackville-West,” November 22, 1933

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WSJ. Magazine Febuary 2017, Escape Plan

Mica Arganaraz by Angelo Pennetta

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I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via wordsnquotes)

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…Because, really, you don’t know how miserable I am here. I almost cease to exist. I shall revive when you come, like a watered flower.

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf c. July 1929 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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No black woman writer in this culture can write ‘too much.’ Indeed, no woman writer can write ‘too much.’ Considering the centuries of silence, the genres of writing that have been virtually the sole terrain of men, more contributions by women writers should be both encouraged and welcomed. As a professor I sit in classrooms year after year talking with young women who are uncertain about their voices, who are still grappling with whether they can become ‘authors.’ Many of these young women are afraid to speak, let alone write. When I witness their fear, their silences, I know no woman has written enough. Then there are the exceptional female students who are unable to complete their own writing, who are blocked when it comes to putting their visions on paper, who diligently write work for their male peers or older men who require assistance, yet these females remain too shy to claim their words. When I witness this self-betrayal, I know no woman has written enough.

bell hooks, “Women who Labour with Words” in Remembered Rapture: The Writer at Work (via a-witches-brew)

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I do not want to be good. Good is my idea of what very measly people are, since they cannot be anything better. Only a fool would prefer to be actively achingly dangerously unhappy, rather than bored: and I am that class of fool.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Hortense Flexner featured in Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)