What Lies Beneath...

I am a contemporary dark romance author. This page reflects what inspires me. The vast marjority of my page consists of reblogs and likes from those whose blogs I follow and admire--the content is not mine. If I do personally blog, it will have my logo or current book somewhere within the post. I do look at all who follow me, to make sure the blog is legitimate. The theme here: give me truth, give me brutal, give me real, just don't give me bullshit. Welcome!

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James Joyce, from “A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man,” publ. c. 1916

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The Hours (2002) Stephen Daldry

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“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”

— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief

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 Black Swan by Vladimir Vasilchikov 

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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from Collected Poems; “A Word for Summer,”

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“Of all that is written I love only what a man has written in his own blood.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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“My despair had outstepped the patience of my soul,”

— Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Green Illusion,”

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“Waiting”, by Ignat Ignatov

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