Reading normal people is like the written version of unknowingly picking at your fingernails, like something gnawing at your being
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Reading normal people is like the written version of unknowingly picking at your fingernails, like something gnawing at your being
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— Normal People, 2020
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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Tulips," (edited version)
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BRIDGERTON
2.08 • The Viscount Who Loved Me
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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women," (edited)
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Daisy Edgar-Jones
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One will always go; the other will always stay. It's the inevitability of all loves.
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Their secret weighed inside her body pleasurably, pressing down on her pelvic bone when she moved.
Sally Rooney ֍ Normal People (2018)
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