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It was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt you could not breathe. You wanted to beat at the darkness and shriek to be let out. And after a while you got used to it. Of course. And then you stopped believing that there was anything else anywhere.
Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie (via ykantdinoread)

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  • Una canción dedicada a esa creación del universo llamada “Mujer Hipster” una criatura que es igual de hermosa como  pendeja. Esas que usan espejuelos sin aumentos, que tienen tatuajes hasta dentro de sus tatuajes, esas que solo hablan de obras de artes de artistas locales, esas no compran ropa y prefieren hacer su propia, esas que solo fuman cigarros que ellas mismas preparan, esas a las cuales les excita lo raro y le irrita lo mainstream.

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