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This is how I lived back then—through books. I locked myself into their stories, dreamt of their characters at night, pretended to be them. They were my armour against the hard edges of reality. I carried them with me wherever I went, like a talisman in my pocket, thinking of them as almost more real than the people around me, who spoke and lived in denial, destined, I thought, to never do anything worth recounting.

— Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

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I sometimes feel that I am someone's character. It's uncomfortable being two: me for me and me for others.

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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I write for nothing and for no one. Anyone who reads me does so at his own risk. I don’t make literature: I simply live in the passing of time. The act of writing is the inevitable result of my being alive. I lost sight of myself so long ago that I’m hesitant to try to find myself. I’m afraid to begin. Existing sometimes gives me heart palpitations. I’m so afraid to be me. I’m so dangerous. They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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My vocabulary is sad and sometimes Wagnerian-polyphonic-paranoid. I write very simple and very naked. That’s why it wounds. I’m a gray and blue landscape. I rise in a dry fountain and in the cold light.

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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I wanted to write a book. But where are the words? all the meanings have been exhausted.

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

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by david wojnarowicz

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by david wojnarowicz

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I wish I could learn not to feel like loving someone intensely is a curse.

june 24. monday.

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let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

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let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

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it’s never too late!!!!!!! to text them back. to drink enough water today. to get into a skincare routine. to learn the piano or how to paint!! to learn winged eyeliner. to tell them how u feel. to start getting fitter. to get changed or brush your teeth or shower today. to read that book or watch that show everyone was talking about years ago. to turn an acquaintance into a friend. if u don’t start somewhere u won’t go anywhere at all.

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I love so deeply that I'm honestly scared by how much I'd be willing to do for a person because of how much I love them.

june 12. wednesday.

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The fear is the worst thing. The pain I imagine is worse than the actual pain.

— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman