Why does everything good happen to me? My life is so ridiculously perfect and that scares the hell out of me. I feel like if anything bad happens, I will have no ground to pity myself.
"I’ve noticed that women who observe things closely seem to make men uneasy." by Alberto Manguel, A Reading Diary
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"I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.’" by Sylvia Plath, written in 1949 at age 17
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