Meghan Violet

“What holes this papery day is already full of! He has been burning me with cigarettes”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“death was faithful at my bedside; I used to get up with it every morning”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“We've even grown so unaccustomed that at times we feel a sort of loathing for real "living life," and therefore cannot bear to be reminded of it. For we've reached a point where we regard real "living life" almost as labor, almost as service, and we all agree in ourselves that it's better from a book.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar