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Notes"The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar
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Notes"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."The Bell Jar (via evemarietou, fuckyeahsylviaplath) (via tlw9221)
