January 2011
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“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...”
– bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via outsidewarmafghans) hey this is kinda what my therapy session was about this week way to go, b.h. (via besttumblr) this is such good advice. I don’t know how to do that at all…
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❒ Taken ❒ Single ✔ Faerie
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fuckyeahsylviaplath: “There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.” -The Journals of Sylvia Plath (submitted by imadeyouup)
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“No person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right...”
– Alice Walker (via revolutionnow & fuckyeahradicalquotes) (via neonmedusa) (via glitterfitta) (via resmc) (via ilykadamen) (via telegantmess) (via tranzient) (via genderbitch) (via guerrillamamamedicine) (via crapffiti)
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“Women are never stronger than when they arm themselves with their weakness.”
– Marie de Vichy-Chamrond, Marquise du Deffand, Letters to Voltaire (via aprettywar)
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“I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me,...”
– Augusten Borroughs (via aprettywar)
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mere air: You do not always know what I am... →
aprettywar: You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn’t there an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? And...
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“The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit...”
– Regina Spektor (via oceanofmind)
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