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Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
[originally published 1929]
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I never understand why we remember certain moments from our childhood so clearly and specifically, moments that weren't even important to remember. Like why would my brain decide to remember what a class mate said about the sky on a random tuesday, or how my mom's hair looked one morning in 2013????
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that's exactly it.
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birleştirene kadar hangi parçanın kayıp olduğunu fark edemezsin
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franz kafka'nın; olmamasına razıyım, oluyormuş gibi olmasın yeter, dediği yerdeyim.
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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
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