I feel sometimes that I am drowning in vagueness–that I have no character. I feel I don’t know who I am.
María Irene Fornés, from Plays: María Irene Fornés; “Abington Square”
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All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
André Breton (via quotemadness)
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It’s been a while
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Where is the link to your themes?
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They made a race of it, dashing headlong across the yard and past the stables, skirts flapping, whilst knights and serving men alike looked on, and pigs and chickens scattered before them. It was most unladylike, but Alayne soon found herself laughing. For just a litle while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up.
Alayne I, The Winds of Winter (George R.R. Martin)
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