“I want to live for myself a little, after all this time.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”
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“You morning-star, Godchild of Aphrodite, miracle of beauty,”

— Alexander Pushkin, from The Collected Works; “To Olga Masson,”

“Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call. It’s easy enough to do it in a cell. It’s easy enough to do it and stay put…”

— Plath, Sylvia. “Lady Lazarus.” (via wordsnquotes)

“…you move wounded, you are hurt, you hurt, you want to get out, you want to tear yourself out,…”

— Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics
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emily bronte: “he’s more myself than i am” / cixous: “who are you who are so strangely me?” / pizarnik: “accept the part of me that is you”

“if the body is a house, was I burning it in protest?”

— Nina Puro, WOMAN CRYING IN A GALLERY, published in Big Lucks Journal (via angelealowes)

“Your life should be stardust and granted wishes.”

— Chrissy Vistiaire