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The Girl Croosh office. So startup-y. 

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight And he'll win the whole thing 'fore he enters the ring There's no body to batter when your mind is your might So when you go solo, you hold your own hand And remember that depth is the greatest of heights And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right.

- Fiona Apple, when the pawn

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jk i love sylvia

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god is a teenage girl. she wears fishnets and doesn’t care about fire. why should she? she doesn’t like to be bothered. her mood ring is always stuck on orange except for when she walks back home from a party. the stars look like faces, sometimes. an entire history up there. she knows everything that has ever happened. then, her ring shifts to pink. like blood in the water. like gum she steals from the pharmacy. she is a body of impulses. her mother wants her to eat more. pushes peas and bread. says, “oh, honey” like a prayer. her father wants to tuck her in but instead, says nothing but goodnight. she runs away from home every summer. the air stinks of animal meat. the water sizzles. she always comes home, eyes wide as bacteria. then, she goes to sleep. and she has the same dream. the one where she creates everything and she is holy. she wakes up feeling the absence of wings.

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"You're like Winona Ryder from Girl, Interrupted all of a sudden. But you look more like Angelina Jolie. She's blonde in that." - Ottessa Moshfegh, My year of rest and relaxation

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current situation

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