June 2012
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The Stories We Tell Ourselves | Thought Catalog →
And the story we rely on most, all dog-eared and yellowed, has been told so many times that we’ve forced it into truth — everything will be okay. The past and the present do not inform the future; spending your 28th birthday silent and alone in a grey cubical does not mean spending your 68thbirthday silent and alone in a grey cubical, imagining a flickering cake whose collective light and heat...
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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a...
– Sylvia Plath (via thatkindofwoman)
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