Ari Banias, from Anybody: Poems; “Bouquet”
[Text ID: “Today you want nothing / because wanting / comes too close to feeling.”]
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Ari Banias, from Anybody: Poems; “Bouquet”
[Text ID: “Today you want nothing / because wanting / comes too close to feeling.”]
Polish editions of Moomin books from 1970 & 1980
Robin Isely, Hans Memling - Man of Sorrows c. 1480.
If y’all ever need pictures of animals tucked into bed please do not hesitate to hit my line I have a very small folder specifically for that
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henry winter would be the type of person to either have the most protective case on his phone or no case at all
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
— “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
from what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
but if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
Is also great
and would suffice.
— “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
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- you okay, potter?
‘Cubitum eamus?'
'What?'
'Nothing.'
He transferred the cigarette to his left hand and offered the right one to me. It was bony and soft-skinned as a teenage girl's.
the secret history, donna tartt
“Does such a thing as “the fatal flaw,” that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
sometimes i just sit and look at my books. fuck reading, all my homies dissociate while staring at the catcher in the rye
ESPECIALLY AFTER REORGANISING MY BOOKSHELVES LIKE DAMN WHO MADE THESE BOOKS SO SEXY CATCH ME SHEDDING A TEAR BECAUSE IM ONCE AGAIN LOOKING AT MY BOOKS
I apologize for the harshness of my words, Miss Bennet, but your family is just so cringe
Roberto Ferri, APOLLO E DAFNE, 2020 (details).
Wuthering heights man the entire book is raw fucking emotions - the yearning, the doomed love, it's disastrous after effects, the suffering, the quotes that pull at your heart strings and make you question what love is exactly and can it be so destructive? The fact that Catherine and heathcliff loved hard and suffered hard and yet somehow yearned to be together even in the afterlife makes me want to fling myself off a cliff