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Past Lives (2023)
Dir. Celine Song
Language: Korean, English
War and Peace requested by @maybe-queen-of-numenor
All we can know is that we know nothing. And that’s the height of human wisdom.
Chanel, baby
RECENT READS: "Evil Under the Sun" by Agatha Christie
“It is romantic, yes,” agreed Hercule Poirot. “It is peaceful. The sun shines. The sea is blue. But you forget, Miss Brewster, there is evil everywhere under the sun.”
“You have such a great fear of freedom, brother. It's shackling you. You've identified so hard with the colonizer, you think any threat to them is a threat to you. When are you going to realize you can't be one of them?”
- Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence by RF Kuang (2022)
books I’ve read in 2022 📖 no. 103
A Dreadful Splendor by B.R. Myers
“As with all your other clients, you were going to fool my broken heart with all your grand trickery, weren’t you? Seduce my bereaved soul, while secretly thrilled at the dreadful splendor of it all.”
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“Death is the mother of beauty.” “And what is beauty?” “Terror”
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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and all about the world is gold and green, dripping with laburnum and buttercups and the sweet stench of june. —sylvia plath.
Peonies in vase (detail), Cécile Augustine Bougourd (French, 1857-1941)
'cause it was never mine
Read in 2023:
I give myself three more seconds to look at him, and it’s like another punch to the gut. He’s my person. He’s always been my person. My best friend, my confidant, probably the love of my life. And I’ve spent the last eleven years being angry and self-righteous. But at the end of the day, he tore a hole in us, and fate ripped it wide open.
LOVE AND OTHER WORDS by Christina Lauren ★★★★★
books I’ve read in 2023 no. 048
Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld
“Could it be that Noah was one of those rare guys who didn’t essentially dislike or mock women, and who also didn’t ignore our existence, and who also didn’t see us primarily as objects of lust? That he was weirdly, disarmingly fine with us?”
“It felt like loving you was what I was made for. And it didn’t matter what anyone thought of me. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have any other big plans for myself, as long as I got to love you.”
HAPPY PLACE by Emily Henry
“I had absolutely no interest in being someone else’s muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.“