“I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
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“I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
—
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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MIRAGE & THE DESIRE TO BE DESIRED: A VISUAL ESSAY.
norwegian wood, haruki murkami / ask polly: i feel empty / ladybird, greta gerwig / try not to breathe, jennifer hubbard / the book of light; climbing, lucille clifton / written on the body, jeanette winterson / the dialogue of desire and guilt, j.d. mcclatchy
And.
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
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actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.
I'm scared to tell my 13 year old self that we didn't make it. And that we're still everything she hates.
She had so much hope.
The sun, the moon and the star.
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