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The plucked heart strings of a woman of metal
Jennifer . 19 Vegetarian . Romantic
Literature/Writing Student
Literature/Writing Student
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2Her voice is filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave: now you are at the place of annihilation, now you are at the place of annihilation. And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit. ‘Can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?’ She draws her long, sharp fingernail across the bars of the cage in which her pet lark sings, striking a plangent twang like that of the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. Her hair falls down like tears.
Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love
(Source: cavefullofechoes)
Of all the many ways a man will break his heart,
Well there ain’t none meaner than he pulls his own apart
(Source: cavefullofechoes)
(Source: bellafix)
