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@fairyinspace
when jodi arias said "all of my darkness is a result of my own creation, it is the fruit of my thoughts planted continuously and with too much repetition"
restful dream
The idea of living there, of not having to go back ever again to asphalt and shopping malls and modular furniture;
of living there with Charles and Camilla and Henry and Francis and maybe even Bunny;
of no one marrying or going home or getting a job in a town a thousand miles away or doing any of the traitorous things friends do after college;
of everything remaining exactly as it was, that instant – the idea was so truly heavenly that I’m not sure I thought, even then, it could ever really happen,
but I like to believe I did.
~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History
I find it really hot of me to bite an apple during the important moments of my life. It adds symbolism.
Alana Champion
nighttime vs daytime 。·:*☽
Sharon Tate and Barbara Bouchet
i know ur scared of me
you say i’m too eccentric
The Ohana Fest Orange County
“But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Years
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.