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[text ID: I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.]

Joan Didion, 'Where the Kissing Never Stops', in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §131 (edited).

Joan Didion, 'Where the Kissing Never Stops', in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

#big mood

WISDOM’S DAUGHTER WALKS ALONE.   the mark of athena burns through rome.

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via goodreadss)

Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point.  (via wordsnquotes)

I’ve always been so intrigued by language and how it completely changes you—because of cultural context, because of humor. Everything is so different. I always find that I’m less sarcastic in France and maybe I’m a bit more shy and a bit more reserved, even more polite. My voice tends to go up quite a lot. I’d love to speak more languages just to discover who I become in a different language.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via wordsnquotes)

André Josselin