Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition; from ‘Ariel'
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
[Text ID: “Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self⏤like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.”]
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“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”
— Kate Jacobs
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ocean vuong, the last prom queen in antarctica
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michelle zauner / ocean vuong
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"I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: a lot of despair, but also the odd moment where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never."
-Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
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Webster's Beginning Book of Facts. 1978.
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"Invoking posterity is like making speeches to worms"
- Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
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“I wish I could be subtle and beautiful. All I know is how to scream.”
Radio Silence, Alice Oseman
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“As for gender I can’t explain it any more than a poem: there was an instinct, I followed it. A song. A bell. I saw deer tracks in the snow. Little split hearts beckoned me across the lawn.”
— Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Dysphoria,” via the Academy of American Poets
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“The truth is that monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win.”
— Stephen King
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“And I’m platonically in love with you.”
“That was literally the boy-girl version of ‘no-homo’ but I appreciate the sentiment.”
Radio Silence, Alice Oseman
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
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"Once the quietness arrived, it stayed and spread in Estha. It reached out of his head and enfolded him in its swampy arms. It rocked him to the rhythm of an ancient, fetal heartbeat. It sent its stealthy, suckered tentacles inching along the insides of his skull, hoovering the knolls and dells of his memory, dislodging old sentences, whisking them off the tip of his tongue"
"The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy
like a stealthy serpent
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