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“The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle” by Stuart Turton
“So many memories and secrets, so many burdens. Every life has such weight. I don’t know how anybody carries even one.”
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R e a d i n 2 0 2 0 :
“The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle” by Stuart Turton
“So many memories and secrets, so many burdens. Every life has such weight. I don’t know how anybody carries even one.”
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
[ID: excerpt from ‘Could Have,’ a poem by Wisława Szymborska
“Listen, how your heart pounds inside me.”]
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Jane Austen’s Novels
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
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*ignores Sharks game* finished the mum.
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❝ you threw me to the crows, but it turns out i prefer them to you. ❞
the longevity of life and love
[text ID: My mom honks her car horn every time she drives past the cemetery her friend is buried in. This is what I think love is: everlasting. Deathless. end ID]
Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones
Fougères castle, Brittany, France.
12th c.
hold on you visualize as you read?
if you have a whole cinematic experience when reading books go fuck yourself. absorb the words in an abstract manner like the rest of us.
my favourite part of blue lily lily blue is when the gangsey goes and explores jessie dittley’s cave and they find a tomb that could be glendowers and gansey is like “this isn’t Dramatique enough. my polo sweater is too lackluster brown today” and he opens the coffin and its not glendower and he’s like “oh sweet shit im so relieved. it’s just a very much live woman we found tied up inside a stone tomb for hundreds of years”
Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
after the rain when everything look golden for a moment. taken by me on my decade-old olympus.