December 2009
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“May your coming year be filled
with magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via puslebit) (via casinegro)
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“We need bodies sufficiently stable to allow us moments of bliss and adventure when, sure that they exist, we can then take leave of them.”
from ‘Bodies’ by Susie Orbach
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“The same is true for how skinny she is. Every night he counts her ribs as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him. Her body looks like that of a chronically sick girl, a girl squeezed in some biological vice, or a starving girl, a skin-and-bones girl, a girl who is not entirely free.”
from...
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“A fish has no concept of water.”
Janet Fitch
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“Girls were born not knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down like gun powder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.”
from ‘Paint It Black’ by Janet Fitch
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her kind
i have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, i have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. a woman like that is not a woman, quite. i have been her kind. i have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed...
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“Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter - your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.”
from ‘God Help The Wolf After Whom The Dogs Do Not Bark’ by Ted Hughes
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“I had come to suspect that hers were not merely the lapses of the absent-minded; no, she was struggling against a current that pulled her within herself, and her smile contained the fear that she might slip into her own depths, where she would be trapped, unable to breathe.”
from ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’ by Mohsin Hamid
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“We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone...”
– ‘Ode’ by Arthur O’Shaughnessy (via casinegro)
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“Broken glass and sticky scarlet blood, sixteen and drunk forever, she is exactly the kind with whom one would fall at least half in love with, and if you weren’t already half in love with everyone then maybe you would give her your heart.”
(somniferes)
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