February 2011
January 2011
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway (via frodelius)
A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages.
– Tennessee Williams (via aurevoirolivia)
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10:39
as trivial as it may seem,the highlight of my whole day is when the mail comes. the possibilities are endless as what could be in those perfect little rectangles. i see them waiting patiently on my desk, smeared with ink, a stamp and sealed tightly. they are waiting for me, stiff with the anticipation of the wound i am about to create in those perfect little folds. my knife gleaming ready to...
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...
– Sylvia Plath (via skinned-teen)
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