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By ChaliceinWonderland GOLD
Oxford, Other

Her voice, then, Was harsher than I had wanted it to be. I imagined her, Dowdily dressed like my mother’s ambitions, Clasping a teapot and ambiguously chatting about Th...
ChaliceinWonderland GOLD, Oxford, Other
10 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"O' vase of acid, it is love you are full of; you know who you hate." - Lesbos, Sylvia Plath


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By coolbeans101 SILVER
South San Francisco, California
coolbeans101 SILVER, South San Francisco, California
5 articles 0 photos 5 comments
SGraf BRONZE, Mesa, Arizona
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By slando1 SILVER
Rye Brook, New York
slando1 SILVER, Rye Brook, New York
9 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart.

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By theanonreader GOLD
Pensacola, Florida
theanonreader GOLD, Pensacola, Florida
19 articles 0 photos 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
you can tell a lot about a person by the books he reads<br /> -unknown

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By WhyAlanis SILVER
Barnegat, New Jersey
WhyAlanis SILVER, Barnegat, New Jersey
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;And the poets are just kids who didn&#039;t make it and never had it at all&quot;

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By Julianamarie GOLD
New City, New York
Julianamarie GOLD, New City, New York
13 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It was gone, leaving in its place an almost uncontrollable impulse to laugh, to scream, to hurl things about. She wanted, suddenly, to shock people, to hurt them, to make them notice her, to be aware of her suffering.&rdquo;<br /> &bull;Nella Larsen, Passing&bull;

NOIZTHIMS GOLD, South Jordan, Utah
15 articles 0 photos 51 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;If your eyes could speak, what... what would they say?&quot; -Max (from &quot;The Book Thief&quot;)

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By Julianamarie GOLD
New City, New York
Julianamarie GOLD, New City, New York
13 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It was gone, leaving in its place an almost uncontrollable impulse to laugh, to scream, to hurl things about. She wanted, suddenly, to shock people, to hurt them, to make them notice her, to be aware of her suffering.&rdquo;<br /> &bull;Nella Larsen, Passing&bull;