Hannah Hall
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About: Lover of coffee, books, and shoes. Graduate student of Literature.
I went to a David Sedaris signing/reading last night and he drew this in my book. He is a treasure. 

I went to a David Sedaris signing/reading last night and he drew this in my book. He is a treasure. 

I love you. Most ardently.

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woman-unkind:

Silver Springs || Fleetwood Mac

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Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

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aseaofquotes:

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

aseaofquotes:

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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“I know that there are times when you feel like you’re too much. Times when you wonder whether people would be better off without you in their lives. Times when you wonder whether you would be better off if you were someone different. Someone less intrusive. Less sensitive. Less vocal. Someone more acceptable. More tolerable. Someone easier. I understand that it’s so hard to drown out the voice telling you that there’s something wrong with who you are, but I need you to trust that you aren’t too much. I need you to trust that you deserve to be here. You don’t ever have to shrink or disappear for the sake of anyone else. You’re allowed to be immense and loud and open. You’re allowed to be unpalatable and unapologetic and uneasily defined. You’re allowed to use your voice and speak your truth. And more than anything, you’re allowed to take up space. Not despite who you are, but because of it. Because even though you might not always be able to see it, you have so many wonderful things to contribute to this world. Because you exist and therefore, you matter. Even when you’re struggling. Even when you’re difficult. Even when some people find you to be too much — you’re enough and you matter.” —Daniell Koepke (via queenofthedovah)

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“Then, the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally :
Then the trees may touch me for once,
and the flowers have time for me.”
I am vertical, Sylvia Plath, in Arbres d’Hiver, p. 68, NRF, Poésie/Gallimard,1999 (via shrinemaidens)

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Everyone assumed I’m crazy because I’m not running around chewing bubble-gum and singing Debbie Gibson songs.

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