Thursday, 17 April 2014

liquid confessing

"all this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to come out of its shell: there would be the risk of spreading too far, turning into a formless puddle" 
-Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

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