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Cate Blanchett photographed by Peter Lindbergh.
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My Collection… 20th C and Contemporary Fiction, Part 7: Fr-Ha. Highlights are Frayn’s ‘Headlong’ and Groff’s ‘Fates and Furies’. Has anyone read 'City on Fire’ before?? It was a definite impulse buy - I loved the neon pink title, and the blurb sounds great too!
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You had me caged up like a bird in mid-summer
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The truth
The truth is That I love How it insinuates In my head
The way It kisses my mind The way it rapes me
The way it licks my Weak heart
The way It makes me its slaves Its victim
The truth is That I have my best climax Like a fucking whore When it pokes me And it never ends
Because I love Being stuck On this madness Oh my sickness
It makes me starve myself And push my stomach Till a border that I’ll never find
My mind Is so fucked up With ed But my hands Hold its Like the best of lovers Does
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Hating the demon
hidden in your mind
And realizing
That without it
You would be
Nothing
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I love it
I'm not fine I'm not fine at all My eating disorder is eating me alive It's so painful And the worst part Is That I love it
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My Collection: 20th C and Contemporary Fiction, Part 2. Be-Bu. Highlights of this selection are Samuel Beckett’s ‘Murphy’ and John Berger’s 'G’
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Control hides inside me
I’m bigger than my body I’m colder than this home I’m meaner than my demons I’m bigger than these bones
Control — Halsey / Elizabeth Sloane — Miss Sloane
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What am I thinking? I’m thinking that I’m utterly selfish and I should’ve said no to you, but I never say no. And it’s selfish because… because I just take everything, and I don’t know anything, and I don’t know what I want, and how could I when all I ever do is say yes to everything?
Carol (2015)
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“Their eyes met at the same instant, Therese glancing up from a box she was opening, and the woman just turning her head so she looked directly at Therese. She was tall and fair, her long figure graceful in the loose fur coat that she held open with a hand on her waist. Her eyes were gray, colorless, yet dominant as light or fire, and, caught by them, Therese could not look away. She heard the customer in front of her repeat a question, and Therese stood there, mute. The woman was looking at Therese, too, with a preoccupied expression, as if half her mind were on whatever is was she meant to buy here, and though there were a number of salesgirls between them, Therese felt sure the woman would come to her. Then Therese saw her walk slowly toward the counter, heard her heart stumble to catch up with the moment it had let pass, and felt her face grow hot as the woman came nearer and nearer.”
Patricia Highsmith, Carol/The Price of Salt
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