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…it’s Christmas Eve again
and old ghosts come back home.
I’m sitting by the Christmas tree
wondering where did we go wrong.

—  Sandra Cisneros, from “One Last Poem for Richard” featured in My Wicked Ways (via watchoutforintellect)

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When you are present, I fly from you. / When you are absent, I find you. / In the depth of the forests your image pursues me…

—  Jean Baptiste Racine, tr. by Ted Hughes, from Phèdre: A Play (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Why am I here?” she thought helplessly and at once; “Why am I here?

—  Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)

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