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"We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm."
Jeffery Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via thenikkibot)
Ophelia (1852). John Everett Millais (1829-1896).
Ophelia (2001). Gregory Crewdson (1962).
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"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
Tennessee Williams (via howextraordinary)
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Denim & America: Life Purge
I have made a simple decision: to be simple. I am at a point in my life where I could go two very different ways. I graduated almost a year ago with a degree in neuroscience and was fortunate enough to enter a very well-paying career right after I graduated. So, it’s time to decide what my life is…
“…with only the words ‘gotta get back before bed check,’ lux left him, more dead than alive.”
-jeffrey eugendies, the virgin suicideswell, if you know, you know.
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Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They’re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be? Harold: I don’t know. One of these, maybe. Maude: Why do you say that? Harold: Because they’re all alike. Maude: Oooh, but they’re *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are *this*, [she points to a daisy] Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*. [she gestures to a field of daisies]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0o42mwqCk1qzspj4o1_500.gif)
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They’re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don’t know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they’re all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they’re *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are *this*,
[she points to a daisy]
Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*.
[she gestures to a field of daisies]
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"Come, I ask you to bathe me to serenity one more time."
Virginia Woolf, to Vita Sackville-West, December 1926. (via paperbackedintotheprinter)
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