“And now I am tired for a while. My wound tires me.”— James Joyce, from The Complete Works; “Exiles: A Play in Three Acts,”
amanda seyfried: you’re killing people!
megan fox: no i’m killing boys!
me:
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“I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.”— Emily Brontë, from The Collected Novels; “Wuthering Heights,”
“I’m left in an empty space whose darkness I carve at with the knife of my mind. I must carve myself anew out of the razor-wire nothingness.”— Leonard Peltier, from My Life Is My Sun Dance: “The Knife of my Mind,”
