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the bell jar
for those who feel the constraints of genius and the pinnacle of madness. [W]herever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. sylvia plath
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mademoiselle_giselle
if one day I forget -
nudia
I'm genuine. -
petitsoiseaux
"I love," is what she'll say next time. "I love for all living, and for all who have forgotten." -
knifegoing_in
Twenty-year-old graduate student in philosophy. Myriad skeletons of the closet-residence variety, but I'm actually very open about them all, much to the discomfort of my acquaintances. You beautiful one. What have you gone and done? I can see all your moves anew. Tell me, what did that salesman do to you? -
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therevolutionof__yellow
To put it simply, I'm an artist. I'm a girl with big dreams and high hopes. I love the simplicity in life and the small things that make it so great. I like my coffee black and sunlight to work with. I'm simply just jazzcat. -
fragmented_bell_jar
lunatic (adj.) absurd, deranged, disturbed, idiotic, mad, nonsensical, nuts, psychotic, unhinged, unsound - i know i am crazy, but in spite of the evidence against me, i am not insane - as similar as those two words may sound, they are not. -
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tickleme_thin
the mind is a place of its own -
faDed_reaLality
I've already died inside, one two many times. This is no fairytale...*Friends Lock* Add me if you like.
