La petite mort
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L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

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I walked home alone that night. I didn’t care how she got home; it was weird. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot. But out there on the field … it was just different then.

That was the last time I saw her.

— The Virgin Suicides (1999)

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“Remember, we bathe under the same sun, and sleep under the same moon. We are much closer than you think”

Daniel Garfinkel (via ruby-moon)

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Foxes (1980), dir. Adrian Lyne

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Jane Austen, Emma

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“Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I’m afraid for myself … the old primitive urge for survival. It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. Last night, driving back from Boston, I lay back in the car and let the colored lights come at me, the music from the radio, the reflection of the guy driving. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain… remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may be the good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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“I glanced up. Through the glass square, high in the door, I saw a block of sky, pierced by the sharp black points of the pines across the street. And there was the moon, almost full, luminous and yellow, behind the trees. I felt suddenly breathless, stifled. I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“Sometimes I want to be surrounded by people.
Sometimes I like to be alone beneath a tree crying as I gaze into the open sky.”

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