literature family ♥︎ camilla macaulay for @hazedartisan
Camilla said that during part of it, she’d believed she was a deer; and that was odd, too, because the rest of us remember chasing a deer through the woods, for miles it seemed.
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literature family ♥︎ camilla macaulay for @hazedartisan
Camilla said that during part of it, she’d believed she was a deer; and that was odd, too, because the rest of us remember chasing a deer through the woods, for miles it seemed.
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COMING SOON: THE SECRET HISTORY (based on the novel by Donna Tartt)
Richard Papen’s life turns upside down when he transfers to an elite Vermont college and gets entangled with a closely knit group of Classics students, hiding secrets, lies, and murder. (x)
ya lit meme | The Secret History by Donna Tartt
henry (m.)
“home ruler” from the Germanic name Heinrich, which was composed of the elements heim “home” and ric “power, ruler”.
richard (m.)
"brave power" from Germanic ric “power, rule” and hard “brave, hardy” .
I don't know about you but the last 20 pages of The Secret History fucked me up and it's the only thing I can think about
The last inside, he leaned to kiss Camilla—not on the cheek, but on the mouth, with a loud and satisfied smack. “Hello, dear,” he said. “What a happy mistake we have made. I’ve got champagne, and Bunny brought stout, so we can make black and tans. What have we got to eat tonight?”
charlie macaulay + judy poovey
If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.
She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze; a girl as bewitching, and clever, as any girl who ever lived...