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Without warning I had a vision of Francis – twenty years later, fifty years, in a wheelchair. And of myself – older, too, sitting around with him in some smoky room, the two of us repeating this exchange for the thousandth time. At one time I had liked the idea, that the act, at least, had bound us together; we were not ordinary friends, but friends till-death-do-us-part. This thought had been my only comfort in the aftermath of Bunny’s death. Now it made me sick, knowing there was no way out. I was stuck with them, with all of them, for good. - The Secret History by Donna Tartt

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Lorenzo Zurzolo 🖤📸

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“The heart is a law to itself; if you try to bind it, you lose it; give it its liberty, and you make it your own.”

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, or On Education

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“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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📷: amandakhamkaew

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“[…]smelling of crushed daisies and sweat.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via lesgardenias)

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Killing Eve

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Archives

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Letters, 1902-1922

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“My soul feels old, antiqued.”

— The Lunar Earth Signs

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womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain

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“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”

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Paulos, tr. by Andrew Miller, from “The Greek Anthology and Other Ancient Epigrams,”