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March 18 2013

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18:22
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë.
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March 04 2013

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14:01
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 
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February 28 2013

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10:21
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"Where's my favourite human...? Oh, there you are!"

J.A.S. Collin de Plancy. Dictionnaire Infernal. Paris : E. Plon, 1863

February 27 2013

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18:34

February 23 2013

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09:11
It is necessary to fall in love, if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.
Albert Camus
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February 16 2013

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16:34

February 13 2013

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13:35
"Marceline, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?
That must be so confusing for a little girl.
And I know you're going to need me here with you.
But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too."
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February 08 2013

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17:53

Unsent letter of Emma Hauck to her husband, while she was in the psychiatric hospital of the University of Heidelberg (1909). It reads Herzensschatzi komm (Sweetheart come) over and over.

February 04 2013

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16:34
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Lascia ch'io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
e che sospiri la libertà.
Il duolo infranga queste ritorte
de' miei martiri
sol per pietà.

Let me weep
my cruel fate,
and sigh for liberty.
May sorrow break these chains
of my sufferings,
for pity's sake.

February 03 2013

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18:12
Gottfried Helnwein, Leid macht stark (1974).
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15:00
Santiago Caruso, The Bloody Countess.
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14:47
…I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
— Anne Sexton, from a letter dated April 1959 in Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters.
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14:38
I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.
— Anne Sexton.
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14:15
Goya, Disasters of War No. 72 (1810-1820).
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12:27
An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself.
The Bloody Countess, Alejandra Pizarnik.
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12:22
Sometimes I would see hundreds of little eyes glued to the dripping window-panes. Hundreds of black, round eyes. Shining eyes, wet with tears, begging for mercy. But there was no mercy in our house. No one felt moved by our cruelty. Their eyes and their cries would follow me -- as they follow me even today -- everywhere I went.
— By Dávila, from Other Fires: Short Fiction by Latin American Women.

February 01 2013

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10:55
but afterwards i couldn’t stop crying at how close that underworld still is,
and how clearly i remember the taste of dirt in my mouth. and how the
predilection for sadness is embedded within me, an obsidian arrow lodged
in the heart, no matter how tight your good arms are around me, or how
much sunlight i stand in, or how far i’ve traveled away from the dark.
No matter how much sunlight, Alison Townsend.

January 29 2013

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11:11
Joan Bauer, Almost Home.
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January 28 2013

cpt
19:39
"My heart is mute,——my heart is mute"
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre 
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January 25 2013

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21:56
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