Even confession needs some transformation to make it work, I believe—you save yourself not by repeating the facts but by playing with them, by introducing the imaginary into the actual wherever it is needed, so that your writing expresses not only an outer truth but what, for lack of a better phrase, I’m going to have to call an inner truth.
Paul La Farge, discussing his short story, “Rosendale,” in this week’s issue. (via newyorker)

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We’re all born a Witch. We’re all born into magic. It’s taken from us as we grow up.
Madeleine L’Engle (via sierrademulder)

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If I am to be witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things — huitlacoche, the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.
Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
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Throwback Thursday: Wheelock College Fall Frolic


Photo source: Wheelock College archives

The women of Wheelock know how to have a good time.

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i know i have been driven / like the snow.
tori amos, cooling (via kdecember)
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@rgay I’ve spent a lot of time in hospital beds and know how much it sucks. Made you a playlist, thought it might help.

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“You would think she was on the stage. Of course, in her head she’s always on the stage. She is her own theater.”
—Kate Atkinson, Life After Life

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I’m attracted to the idea of drowning. Or rather the idea of jumping off and being enveloped by something, not bad or good, just enveloping. When I was a kid, I had this moment when I got under the water, lying on the pool floor, and I felt I could breathe. I’ve been trying to recreate that feeling ever since.
Florence Welch (via ohdreaming)

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A Koala reflecting on his sins, his triumphs, and the inevitability of death.

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