• 19th June
    2014
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  • 19th May
    2014
  • 19
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
  • 8th May
    2014
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  • 8th May
    2014
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  • 7th May
    2014
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  • 5th May
    2014
  • 05
The generation that has the greatest access to knowledge in the history of mankind is the one that cares the least about it.
James St. James
  • 5th May
    2014
  • 05
  • 5th May
    2014
  • 05
Capitalize This.

joannechocolat:

Another day, another lazy assumption. This time it’s someone on Twitter, describing himself as a reviewer and would-be author, making a passing comment about THE GOSPEL OF LOKI.

I’m not going to point anyone in the direction of the tweeter. He isn’t the first to say something crass, and I’m sure…

  • 28th April
    2014
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  • 24th April
    2014
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I’m always telling people who say two men can’t make a baby: anything is possible for God. I’m going to keep inseminating my husband and keep my fingers crossed.

Dan Savage on the Bill Maher Show

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