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[Jan. 28th, 2008|09:40 am] |
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Who called it?
Snow day!
And this has nothing to do with my day off from forced education, but I just think it's really kindof pretty. Liza let me borrow White Oleander by Janet Fitch and I love it. The story itself is weird, but the way it's written, I just love it.
"Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is tempramental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind." Her eyes were closed. Beads of water decorated her face, her hair spread out from her head like jellyfish tendrils. "But hatred, now. That's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hate cradles you. It's so soothing. I feel infinitely better now." |
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