October 2011
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The street was cool and full of grey shadows. Lights were beginning to come out...
– from After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie by Jean Rhys
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Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is...
– J. K. Rowling (via mirroir)
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So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and...
– Sylvia Plath (via skin-coffin)
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