The kind of shit I’m a slut for.
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The high of having another agent ask for my manuscript only lasts about an hour and then I dip back into despair and worry about how maybe my email didn’t go through and maybe they’ll read the first ten pages and absolutely hate everything about it...
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I got my first full request from an agent last night and for about five full minutes my brain melted and I started shaking and crying.
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A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.
Ocean Vuong, from “A Letter To My Mother That She Will Never Read”, published in The New Yorker (via soracities)
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I felt a terrified pity for him, for this man who lived in such strange, secret places that, if I loved him enough to follow him, I should have to die.
Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Bloody Chamber”
(via luthienne)
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The past returns home,
Dragging his mud-stained boots
And dirtying floors.
He wanted to say hello,
But brought back a hurricane.
He stained everything
And I cannot rid myself of the sediment.This was not my intention– to love him
More than I can bear to love myself,
But here we are:
A thunderstorm,
The muddied ground,
A hallway streaked with midnight.
I still can’t help but shudder
When the sky calls his name.
poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)
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Jane Eyre
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“Jane, be still; don’t struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.” -Jane Eyre
Charlotte Bronte
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YA aesthetics: jane eyre
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“Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth it has always been a sign that you’re alive.” - Jane Eyre
Yet another Jane Eyre aesthetic.
Currently (re)reading: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
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