March 2012
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Fifty years ago I was born a female human animal. This, I was told, meant that I...
– Leonora Carrington, from What is a Woman? (via frenchtwist)
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Solitude
Often, the things I post and re-blog play on what’s become such an artistic cliche, but I do it automatically and without intent.
Somehow, I found myself trapped in a vortex of old journals tonight (not just mine, I’m a creep). Eventually I stumbled upon an entry from nearly five years ago in which I describe a dream. Dream Me is picturing a distant lone figure standing on a bridge...
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