Donna Tartt from The Secret History

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Donna Tartt from The Secret History
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The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea.
the moments we save
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You Jin (Chinese, b. 1979), Rowing Forward, 2011. Oil on canvas, 100 x 150 cm.
“THE RAVEN CYCLE: A MAGGIE STIEFVATER DOCUMENTARY” A MOVIE POSTER COLLECTION
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This idea of friendship not being central to fiction in particular or writing in general is a fairly new phenomenon. (…) In previous centuries, a friend was someone to whom you showed your most virtuous self, to whom you showed the best of yourself and the idea that a friend is someone to whom you confess the worst of yourself is a relatively new phenomenon.
Hanya Yanagihara, discussing A Little Life (via eenkleinleven)
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“for us, everything was a performance.” a small, private smile catches me off guard and i glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “everything poetic.”
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Hans Holbein c. 1533
The Ambassadors (detail of the Celestial Globe)
Krasnoyarsk, Russia
“Jude,” Harold says to him, quietly. “My poor Jude. My poor sweetheart.” And with that, he starts to cry, for no one has ever called him sweetheart [. . .] “My sweetheart,” Harold says again, and he wants him to stop; he wants him to never stop. “My baby.” And he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been”
pg 792, A Little Life
“Are you happy here?“ I said at last. He considered this for a moment. “Not particularly,” he said. “But you’re not very happy where you are, either.”
i have heard a great deal about you, fa mulan. you stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the chinese army, destroyed my palace, and… you have saved us all.
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Behind a Little House, by Manuel Cosentino