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rubybruiseday January 28 2009, 03:20:48 UTC
I hate it here. I don't remember a time when I didn't hate it. Sometimes I think I'm crazy because if it gets really quiet and I close my eyes and stop breathing for a second, I swear to God I can hear the words coming right out of my head: You'll leave, you'll leave. Strong, then calm, like waves. I clench my fists so hard when I hear them, so hard that my nails make sharp half-moon marks on my palms.

-Brave New Girl, Louisa Luna

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rubybruiseday January 28 2009, 03:22:45 UTC
Fuck rolling with the fucking punches.

-Brave New Girl, Louisa Luna

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rubybruiseday January 28 2009, 03:24:59 UTC
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

-The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

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rubybruiseday January 28 2009, 03:27:44 UTC
At the foot of the stone I arranged the rainy armful of azaleas I had picked from a bush at the gateway of the graveyard. Then my legs folded under me, and I sat down in the sopping grass. I couldn't understand why I was crying so hard.

Then I remembered that I had never cried for my father's death.

-The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

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rubybruiseday January 28 2009, 03:29:23 UTC
I love Krispy Kremes because you don't have to chew them. You can just hold them a foot in front of your face and inhale.

-Thin Skin, Emma Forrest

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