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Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter
A monotype for the evening.
Summer hours
Doesnāt make any sense. If sheās in danger, why isnāt it showing up?
itās been a long, long time since iāve memorized your face
āThere are times when you want to die. And then there are times when one death is simply not enough. You need to borrow other peopleās lives and end them, too. All death, everywhere, seems like the only way to extinguish your agonyā
ā Sarah Hepola, Blackout, on that time she mooned a bunch of people whilst drunk
āDo you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well, you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.ā
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Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
Underrated Dalaric momentsĀ -Ā 1x20 āBlood brothers.ā
move too fast and your head spins
The previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances, young women who she'd known a long time ago, and she felt such compassion for them.
-Station Eleven, by Emily St. John Mandel
this time you really are inside my head
So what do we do now?
Iām not Sophie Devereaux anymore, I havenāt been for ages. You killed her, you and your silly crusade.Ā
Heat wave, Ken Price x Bukowski
james patterson had nothing on 12-16 year old me i was churning stories out like butter.
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF THIS TIME, MY DEAR, MY LOVE
my writing // the end of longingĀ - chelsea hodson // my writing, cont. // the goldfinch - donna tartt // my writing, cont. // on earth weāre briefly gorgeousĀ - ocean vuong // a litany for survival - audre lorde // ugly, bitter, and true - suzanne rivecca // my writing, cont. //Ā beouija