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heavenlylibrary · 2 days
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Amphibians must think we're inferior creatures since we can't go in and out of the water the way they can. Besides being biologically superior, that ole frog is more together than I am. That frog doesn't want to make movies. That frog hasn't even seen movies and furthermore that frog doesn't give a big damn. It just swims, eats, makes love, and sings as it pleases. Whoever heard of a neurotic frog? Where do humans get off thinking they're the pinnacle of evolution?
- Rubyfruit Jungle, Rita Mae Brown
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heavenlylibrary · 2 days
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“Optimism doesn’t help small animals stay alive.”
-Alison Chapman, Cat Party #10
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heavenlylibrary · 5 days
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“The cancer of time is eating us away.”
-From Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
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heavenlylibrary · 6 days
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if women controlled the world, religion would be doing acid with your grandma in the woods. wish this was the way of the world
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heavenlylibrary · 6 days
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“My God, I just remembered that we die.
But—but me too?! Don’t forget that for now,
it’s strawberry season.”
—Clarice Lispector
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heavenlylibrary · 6 days
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“In America, that dictionary taught me all I needed. How to ask for a “bathroom,” how to read “uptown” on the subway signs. When I learned how to say “cigarette,” I walked around saying it to myself like a prayer, like an incantation. see-GARR-ett. It was my favorite word. If I walked up to someone and said it, one time in every five they’d hand me one. Language could make a meal like that.”
-From Martyr! By Kaveh Akbar
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heavenlylibrary · 1 month
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“The biological clock was a feeling that it was time to move from one phase to the next, more advanced one. It was a positive and mature thing really, though men made it sound like a nervous disease.”
-From Suicide Blonde by Darcey Steinke
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heavenlylibrary · 1 month
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“I got another beer and thought of Bell and me in a big apartment on Nob Hill, how we would have dark paintings and beautiful wooden bowls. Bell would have a job producing movies and I'd be a photographer and we'd eat tabouli and make our own Christmas cards and name our baby India. Our bed would be thick with patterned blankets, quilts and cranberry satin pillows. But the dream place bled into a starker room, Bell asleep on the futon, me awake at the window—our life as raw and painful as a bloody bone.”
- From Suicide Blonde by Darcey Steinke
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heavenlylibrary · 1 month
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“But the philosophy of the tub, a woman and her bath, was different than the bedroom—there should be no taint of male criteria.”
- From Suicide Blonde by Darcy Steinke
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heavenlylibrary · 2 months
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Joan Lindsay, from Picnic at Hanging Rock
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heavenlylibrary · 2 months
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This Valentine's day, who want to dress up in lacy white dresses and go on a picnic with me where we will mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again ?
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heavenlylibrary · 2 months
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“You were given a voice in the same way eve was given an apple.”
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heavenlylibrary · 3 months
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all eldest children are obligated to leave their hometowns as early as possible lest they succumb to the various generational curses
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heavenlylibrary · 3 months
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Todd Haynes
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heavenlylibrary · 3 months
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they are doing some laura palmer shit to me
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heavenlylibrary · 3 months
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heavenlylibrary · 3 months
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“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
- From The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath
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