February 2012
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just...
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via eulogytohellofadame)
Currently reading. Not sure if I like it yet, but this quote really struck a chord in me as it is sometimes so relevant to my life.
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Sometimes I find myself getting sick of love songs with lyrics I can’t even relate to. That’s when I turn to instrumental music - it can mean anything you want it to. I’ve only ever cried listening to music without words.
(If you ever get the chance, listen to Tschaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Suite; it’s so so lovely)
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January 2012
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And the quote of the day goes to...
Interviewer: I know it’s often compared to “Twilight,’’ but in “The Hunger Games,’’ the stakes are much higher.
Elizabeth Banks: What are the stakes in “Twilight’’? Like, “I don’t know . . . should I marry this werewolf?’’
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