And loneliness. I should say something of loneliness. The panic, the sweeping hysteria that comes not when you are without others, but when you are without yourself, adrift. I should describe the filthy province of mind, the blighted district inside, the place so crowded you cannot raise the lids of your eyes. Your shoulders are drawn and your head has fallen and your chest is bruised by the constant assault of your heart.
~Hilary Thayer Hamann~
Anthropology of an
American Girl
*So I started reading this today for a psychology class. Pretty interesting to say the least.
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The Queen's Favorites
De TodoSimply a collection of some of my favorite quotes from poetry, quotes from books, and maybe even some song lyrics. Some of these I've kept in notebooks since I was younger, throughout middle school to college. And yes, I realize this shows that my s...
