February 2011
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January 2011
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I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin.
Margaret Atwood
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i just felt like destroying something beautiful.
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“There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.”
– Federico Fellini
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