"As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used."
Collected Poems 1909 - 1935, T.S. Eliot
"As a passerby I had a right to insist on my identity. Even a rat has its identity as a rat. If I was a rat, then I had no need to be disturbed at being called one. I was a rat: a puny house rat running straight for its nest, heedless of the insults hurled after it. I smiled silently to myself."
Kenzaburo Oe - The Silent Cry
"There were no degrees which could break my fall from happiness to misery; it was as the strike of lightning - sudden and entire."
Mathilda, Mary Shelley
Nancy Sinatra
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down).
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th 2019 @ 12:08 / 1251 /
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"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths."
Margaret Atwood, from Good Bones
