"let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched - love for instance - we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next."
virginia woolf, the waves
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the lottery - emily haines & the soft skeleton
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if someone had told me one year ago today that it would be the first day of the rest of my life, i don’t think i would have believed them. funny how things work.