remember

natürlich kann ich mich an alles erinnern.
was dachtest du denn

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"The grass is full of ghosts tonight."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

 

 

 

“Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.”

 Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

 

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white

You moonshine revellers,

and shades of the night.

  William Shakespeare

 

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral. And it’s relentless.

Leah Raeder, Black Iris