Get in loser, we’re going to translate latin manuscripts and possibly commit some murder
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That’s how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you’d have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.
- Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
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thesylviaplath
“Sickened, I saw that I had unwittingly completed the last day of August. Tomorrow would be September. God! All the quick futility of my days cascaded upon me, and I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years.”
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Camilla’s night table was littered with empty teacups, leaky pens, dead marigolds in a water glass, and on the foot of her bed was laid a half-played game of of solitaire. The layout of the place was peculiar, with unexpected windows and halls that led nowhere and low doors i had to duck to get through, and everywhere i looked was some fresh oddity.
for @andromdea
