„In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses.“
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„In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses.“
By the way once you finish reading The Secret History you start being haunted by the memory of Henry in the same way all the characters are. Doesn't even matter if you hated him or loved him he will just be there with you forever now
this is canon guys
Cafe Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh
“The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation”
- The secret History
girls be like "this is my comfort character" and then they're either dead or a murderer
Some penguin classic covers I made of some of my favorite books.
I’m sure someone has done this before but just in case no one has:
The secret history as Greek gods
Masterlist
(As I see them)
Henry Winter as Hades
Richard Papen as Morpheus
Francis Abernathy as Dionysus
Camilla Macaulay as Persephone
Charles Macaulay as Ares
The Secret History | Donna Tartt
To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal!
me describing my favorite fictional characters:
— Susan Sontag, Death Kit
[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]