i felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains, trees, people. i thought, “this is what it is to be happy
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the bell jar - sylvia plath(via scribble-scribbles) |
A dream is an answer to a question that we haven’t yet learned how to ask.
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| — | The X-Files (via creampuff) |
I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you’re feeling like hell and expect you to say ‘Fine.’
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| — | The Bell Jar (via creampuff) |
i saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and i could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad infinitely desolate avenue
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the bell jar - sylvia plath(via scribble-scribbles) |
