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Cuadro 1
Echo de menos la idea de ser un escritor/a.
Silvia Plath en su patio trasero.

Cuadro 2
Me lo/a imaginaba con una vida acogedora…
MFK Fisher en su casa.

Cuadro 3
…Lleno de gente interesante y todos/as eran mis amigos/as.
Anne Sexton, Maxine Kumin.

Cuadro 4
Yo quería ser una mujer interesante en una fotografía…
Carson McCuller en el trabajo

Cuadro 5
Qué escribió las apasionadas cartas recogidos en los libros…
Anais Nin en su escritorio.

Cuadro 6
…Y a veces la poesía y la novela que todo el mundo se muere de ganas de leer.
Gertrude Stein durante su visita a Chicago.

Cuadro 7
Durante un largo tiempo todo esto estaba a punto de suceder…
Edna St. Vincent Millay en su estudio.

Cuadro 8
…Yo estaba segura de que algún gran acontecimiento me esperaba cuando todo sería hecho realidad…
Dorothy Parker claramente en algo.

Cuadro 9
…pero luego pasaron los años y me volví como esas niñas que coleccionaban revistas de novias…
Susan Sontag surounder por las ideas.

Cuadro 10
…Pero que nunca tuvo una cita…
Flannery O'Connor mantener la fe.

Cuadro 11
Así que me rendí.

Cuadro 12
Nunca me gustó la forma en que me veía en las fotografías de todos modos.

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(Source: therumpus.net, via bibliotank)

díadelasescritoras

"In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us."
- Mary Oliver, Winter Hours (via litverve)
"In the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence…"
- Virginia Woolf, from Night & Day (via watchoutforintellect)

missnitro:

For women who are difficult to love

You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
wants anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

(via freesoulsound)


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