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"Poetry. The weather. It's like a poem. Where each word is more than one thing at once and everything's a metaphor. The meaning condensed into rhythm and sound and the spaces between sentences. It's all intense and sharp, like the cold and the wind."
"You could just say it's cold out."
"I could."
The starless sea by Erin Morgenstern
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
We think we are alone. We think we are so special. We are deeply mistaken.
-Bunny by Mona Awad
we're all mad here
- Alice's adventures in wonderland