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@loversandvillains
Atonement (2007)
I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “I exist as I am, that is enough,”]
Alnwick Castle
Abandoned lighthouse on Sakhalin Island, Russia.
- donna tart (the secret history)
“So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, After a While
“I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring”
— W.S. Merwin, from The Love Of October in “Migration: New & Selected Poems” (via adrasteiax)
Victoria and Albert Museum. x x
You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.
If we were villains, M. L. Rio
A farm cottage in Alstonefield, Staffordshire. (@_dpc_photography IG)
"I'm not tragic these days, I don't weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything - nothing has any meaning."
—Simone de Beauvoir
Alex smiled then, a small thing, a glimpse of the girl lurking inside her, a happy, less haunted girl. That was what magic did. It revealed the heart of who you'd been before life took away your belief in the possible. It gave back the world all lonely children longed for.
Ninth House, Leigh Bardugo
Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. x
From this point on in our lives, she had whispered to him earlier, we will either find or lose our souls
The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje