December 2011
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“I simply want to be dead…
no grove [ ] no dance no sound”
– Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter (via proustitute)
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath (via zacheser)
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“But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life,...”
– Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan (via bookoasis)
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