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this too shall pass

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– Lucie Brock-Broido, from “A Meadow”

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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

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you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

#sylvia plath #franz kafka #roland barthes #jean paul sartre #albert camus #jane austen #jonas mekas #virginia woolf #banana yoshimoto

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you wouldn't last in the asylum where THEY raised me

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I am writhing on the floor

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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from my blog to history 🩷🎀

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“Just now I am mentally so disorganized that I can’t retain knowledge or think at all. The work is still new enough to be tiring, what with three changes a day into uniforms, and I am so preoccupied by mechanics of living and people that I can’t yet organize and assimilate all the chaos of experience pouring in on me. In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor and manage to laugh a good deal of the time… I’ll make the best of whatever comes my way.”

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

#this feels so personal #sylvia plath #letters home #quotes #sylvia plath quotes

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“Folks think a lifetime is a thing stretched out over years. It ain’t. It can happen quick as a match in a dark room.”

— Esi Edugyan, Half Blood Blues

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My Liberation Notes siblings when they have to wake up to another day of work and another commute with no change in circumstances

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“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little—have few verbal means. Eloquence—thinking in words—is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh 

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there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

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girl chill there’s literally all kinds of everything everywhere

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@ibroughtyoumybullets / Sleepy Sunday (1960) by Vincent Giarrano / @vonnegutism / Alejandra Caballero / @thiscuntkills

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I got the job