When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly

the virgin suicides- jeffery eugenides


the novel, not the film. it's pages are littered with things that are dirty and real, 
hurtful and moving, stunning and blunt, deafening and beautiful. I want to read it all over again, 
times a thousand.

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