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At its deepest, knowing my own self is obscure; internal, unspoken, as secret as an intimacy.

Marguerite Yourcenar, Mémoires d’Hadrien [Memoirs of Hadrian], my translation

Source — Au plus profond, ma connaissance de moi-même est obscure; intérieure, informulée, secrète comme une complicité.

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Offering: I cannot give anything that is not I–

Simone Weil, La Pesanteur et la Grâce [Gravity and Grace], (my translation)

Source — Offrande : on ne peut offrir autre chose que le je–

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“People who live in an age of corruption are witty and slanderous; they know that there are other kinds of murder than by dagger or assault; they also know that whatever is well said is believed.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science

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“desire as a promise. desire as a holy knife — a foreign object — lodged deep in the body.“

- Yves Olade, Slaughterhouse.

#pls just assume any musings is from isa and i shouting into the void together #musings #queue live in a fairytale

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“ I’ll give you my new silk gloves if you can get Monsieur Périer to put the most expensive whiskey on his tab, ” Aurélie proposes from where they hold court at the bar, champagne coupes balanced delicately in hands. Several guests would be too easy, their accounts already promised to the pockets of the Moulin Noir, but Aurélie’s man of the hour holds steadfast to his wallet. Notoriously stingy and annoyingly uptight, Jacques Périer only shows to accompany his more generous friend—he’s the perfect target. “ And what will you wager if I can do it? ”

Gleaming smile pulls across her lips as she makes an addendum: “ I’ll throw in that dress of mine you’ve been eyeing if you persuade him to make a donation. ”

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A delicate hand grazes lightly across the diamonds at her throat, knowing all she would need to say is that she gifted it to their dear friend should Etienne ask. “If you win you can have this.” She tugged at the necklace lightly, a teasing grin on her lips. Jacques was not one to give in easily, a challenge presented for the game they both had to play. To Marie, it was ridiculous. More proof that Moulin Noir was doomed to become a shadow of what it once was. Of course, she wouldn’t say it to Aurélie yet. “And,” she added, eyes like bullets at her target.

“A joy ride in the new car. Just for you.”