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tell me something honest so the memories turn dark

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“marianne wonders what it would be like to belong here, to walk down the street greeting people and smiling. to feel that life was happening here, in this place, and not somewhere far away.” (67)

“her life here in carricklea is over, and either a new life will begin, or it won’t. soon she will be packing things into suitcases: woolen jumpers, skirts, her two silk dresses. a set of teacups and saucers patterned with flowers. a hairdryer, a frying pan, four white cotton towels. a coffeepot. the objects of a new existence.” (67)

“eventually she laughed, because she wasn’t totally without spirit, and it obviously was kind of funny, just how savagely he had humiliated her, and his inability to apologize or even admit he had done it. she went home then and straight to bed, where she slept for thirteen hours without waking.” (64)

the bell jar by sylvia plath

to the lighthouse by virginia woolf

these violent delights by micah nemerever