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metamorphesque

― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]

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likeafolkssong

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

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hymntothenight

when anne carson said “what are we made of but hunger and rage?” and when anne carson said “i do not want to be a person. i want to be unbearable.” and when anne carson said “i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.” and when anne carson said “revenge is a form of desire.” and when anne carson said “to feel anything deranges you.” and when anne carson said “why does tragedy exist? because you are full of rage. why are you full of rage? because you are full of grief.” and when anne carson said

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deviika

Mahmoud Darwish // Catherynne M. Valente

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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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lush-retina

exhaled-spirals

“The myth seeks to discourage all young women from identifying with earlier feminists—simply because these are older women. Men grant themselves tradition to hand down through the generations; women are permitted only fashion which each season renders obsolete. Under that construct, the link between generations of women is weakened by definition: What came before is rarely held up for admiration as history or heritage, but derided by fashion’s rigid rule as embarrassingly démodé.”

— Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth

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geryone

Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall

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miyakumo

9ct gold snail with pearl

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ktaird

ouroboroscully

scully in wet wired (03.23)

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metamorphesque

It is August. My life is going to change. I feel it.

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twinnedpeaks

journal, august 1st

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blood-frankvic

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dailykafka

- July 1, 1913

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: July 1. The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself. End ID]

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casgirl

It’s like wake up eat breakfast look into your phone to be blasted with non stop terrible news that makes you want to die go to your job eat lunch receive more news that makes you want to die etc.