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Writing is a kind of beautiful madness. It is slitting yourself open, bleeding your soul onto the page in that paradoxical mask of vulnerability perhaps only a writer can achieve. And writing fear requires the greatest vulnerability of all: a willingness to face your demons, and set them free.
Dramatic hair decisions were rarely without catalyst, and I couldn’t help but wonder what hers had been.
she was a rotund woman
RUDE LOL
“Sometimes wounds become scars, not because they’ve healed, but because they’re hiding what’s underneath from ourselves.”
What must it be like, to have emotions grow dull with time, like a well-used kitchen knife? Mine only became sharper on the whetstone of memory. Primed to cut.
