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I was crazy
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You will be okay
anyone when they see theo walking his gayass dog:
Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints
In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.
Donna Tartt, Chatelaine Interview (2013)
Untitled (Spring opens me up like a ripe fig), Dante Émile
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On the Lasting Power of Art
Ovid, Tristia III.7.45-52 See – although I lack my fatherland, and you, And my home, and what could be taken from me’s been stolen, Nevertheless I keep company with my genius, I enjoy it – Caesar could have no power over this. Let whoever wishes end this life of mine With savage sword – though I’m dead, my fame will survive, And while Mars’ Rome, victorious, shall look on the whole world, Conquered, from its hills, I shall be read.
En ego, cum caream patria uobisque domoque, raptaque sint, adimi quae potuere mihi, ingenio tamen ipse meo comitorque fruorque: Caesar in hoc potuit iuris habere nihil. Quilibet hanc saeuo uitam mihi finiat ense, me tamen extincto fama superstes erit, dumque suis uictrix omnem de montibus orbem prospiciet domitum Martia Roma, legar.
Ovid among the Scythians, Eugène Delacroix, 1859
He told me he couldn’t fall in love
I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid
it's always "hey" never "cubitum eamus"
When being pretty isn’t enough