"Come you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And
fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my
blood.
Stop up th'access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious
visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts
And take my milk for gall,
you murd'ring ministers..."
Lady Mcbeth
inthiscity is the literary pet of a city girl who loves music, climbing trees and flying kites. she is a haphazard student. when she has the time she reads. she has social anxiety disorder, but sometimes she falls in love with girls, and sometimes boys [but not that way] and sometimes the whole world all at once. most of the time she just chills out with her side kick, Boo! i n s h o r t: inthiscity is a blog about music, strangers, books, oddities and [sometimes] falling in love.
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