#emily dickinson
It’s just not fair what happens to women. The minute we get a little bit of fame, or show the slightest amount of ambition, we get slapped with the nastiest comments. We get these targets on our backs. Well, I say to hell with all of that. You go out there and you own this.
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Don’t you like being lost? Lost is how I feel now when I sit down to write. All I see is a blank piece of paper staring back at me. That doesn’t sound like being lost. That sounds like being all too aware of yourself and the noisy world around you. I’m talking about being so focused on something that you disappear into it. You lose track of time, space, and people. It’s just you and your flow. Surely you’ve experienced that? I have. But I don’t anymore. Then you need to get lost. Totally lost.
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“You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.”
It Ends With Us,Colleen Hoover
“Because sometimes the only way to learn is to live”
The Midnight Library, Matt Haig
Pardon my sanity, in a world insane.
Letter to Elizabeth Holland,Emily Dickinson
“We are the only poets, and everyone else is prose.”
Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,Emily Dickinson
“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”
Night and Day,Virginia Woolf
“Oh, goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.”
ivy (evermore),Taylor Swift
“You drew stars around my scars. But now I’m bleeding.”
cardigan (folklore),Taylor Swift
“If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.”
The Picture of Dorian Gray,Oscar Wilde
Many wonderful things are invisible, you know. The air we breathe. The breeze that blows. Love. A beautiful perfume. The notes of a song. That feeling that you get at the end of summer.
The world runs on invisible things, Emily Dickinson.
Dickinson 2x08, “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”
