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I'm Jess, but you can call me Alaska if you prefer. I like books, nosebleeds, gardens, floral prints, pretty things, spring and Sylvia Plath.

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"It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us call;
still do not hear us, calling out of those rooms where they went to be alone
for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together."
The Virgin Suicides

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09/02/2010

“DO YOU HATE YOURSELF?”

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“You know that feeling that you’re about to be sick? Where you lurch over the toilet or sink or just any convenient corner, and are all too aware of what’s creeping back up you throat, defying gravity, and you just want it out and over with. You’re scared to breathe. That is how I feel every time I look in the mirror, or think of what I’ve done to myself and others, or what possesses my mind when I try to sleep. If that answers your question then yes, I do hate myself.”