"She thought a long time and kept hitting her thighs with her fists. Her face felt like it was scattered into pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know."
— The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers (via dustbinflower)
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