April 20th
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11:58 pm

In the bathroom she washes her face. She does not look directly into the oval mirror that hangs above the basin. She is aware of her reflected movements in the glass but does not permit herself to look. The mirror is dangerous; it sometimes shows her the dark manifestation of air that matches her body, takes her form, but stands behind, watching her, with porcine eyes and wet, hushed breathing.

The Hours by Michael Cunningham (via kate-minus-eight)

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Filed as: whoops I do believe I just read a bit of my life in prose?   I'm being watched   clearly  

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