November 2011
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How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
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I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk...
– Anaïs Nin
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fyleotolstoy:
She had deceived herself when thinking that she could be what she wished to be. It was as if she had recovered consciousness; she felt the difficulty of remaining without hypocrisy or boastfulness on the level to which she had wished to rise. Moreover, she felt the oppressiveness of that world of sorrow, sickness and death in which she was living. The efforts she had been making to...
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Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.
– Elizabeth Taylor
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