“I begin to wonder if I am anything outside of my own imaginative world, which I inhabit so richly, with a rich self! I get knotted up with sensitiveness. I imagine myself unlovable. Reality begins to slip away from me. I am in my Journal, and in my Journal only, nowhere else. Nothing shows on the outside. Perhaps I do not exist except as a fantastic character in this story.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love” -The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932)


“I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart.”
— Albert Camus, from A Happy Death


“I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart… I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath


“As different as we all are, there’s one thing most young women have in common: We’re all brought up to feel like there’s something wrong with us. We’re too fat. We’re dumb. We’re too smart. We’re not ladylike enough – ‘stop cursing, chewing with your mouth open, speaking your mind’. We’re too slutty. We’re not slutty enough. Fuck that.
You’re not too fat. You’re not too loud. You’re not too smart. You’re not unladylike. There is nothing wrong with you.”
— Jessica Valenti; Full Frontal Feminism


“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

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4 Commenti

  1. Eli

    23/08/2016 alle 7:51 AM

    Ahi ahi ahi tesoro, ma questo è il mood di una che torna da Cuba? La Zietta (tornata).

    • rockandfiocc

      23/08/2016 alle 9:40 AM

      hahaha alla zietta non sfugge niente!

      • carla

        23/08/2016 alle 5:59 PM

        Dopo un mese a New York. Mi sento esattamente cosí. Forse peggio. La routine riprenderá a mangiarmi viva a breve, e a breve correrò come sempre imbambolata nella mia ruota del criceto quotidiana, lo so… ma la fine di agosto è sempre immancabilmente un orrido trauma. Grazie per questo post, Giulia. carla


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