One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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“How innocently life ate the days.”
— John Updike, from Couples (Penguin Books Ltd, 1975;
first published 1968)
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— Stéphane Mallarme, from “Collected Poems and Other Verse.”
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my sexuality is Mr. Darcy helping Elizabeth into the carriage and then flexing his fingers as he walks away like he can feel her seeping into his skin
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Girl with Pearl Earring, at the museum - Johannes Vermeer
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William A. Bouguereau, Evening Mood (1882)
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Jane Austen, from “Pride and Prejudice”
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When
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he he
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Pride & Prejudice - Jane Eyre
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I said, “Don’t
touch my mouth.
There’s teeth in there,”
and you replied,
“There’s teeth
everywhere
on you.”
— Avni Vyas, from Little God
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— Henry Miller, from “Tropic of Cancer.”
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— Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre.”
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Hermione Granger by Kristina Anishchenko
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