Aug 1, 2017
“As for Charles–well, basically, he likes girls. If he’s drunk, I’ll do.”
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“As for Charles–well, basically, he likes girls. If he’s drunk, I’ll do.”
my grandfather motivates me. he is a geographer who finished school at 15 and used to be in the navy and he also fought a bear? the man, the legend.
man he sounds really cool
god(dess): poseidon / artemis / anubis / hades / prometheus / sif
planet: mars / neptune / jupiter / saturn / pluto / mercury
constellation: scorpius / pegasus / cassiopeia / leo / delphinus / perseus
season: spring / summer / autumn / winter / dry / monsoon
time: dawn / noon / dusk / midnight
following: no sorry / now / yes
aesthetic shit
@abrenathy not a good one
Favorite books: The Secret History by Donna Tartt
“I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.”
Charles Macaulay from The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Charles, her heel in his hand, caught the glass between thumb and forefinger and pulled gently. Camilla caught her breath in a quick, wincing gasp. Charles drew back like he’d been scalded. He made as if to touch her foot again, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. His fingertips were wet with blood. “Well, go on,” said Camilla, her voice fairly steady. “I can’t do it. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” Charles turned away; he was almost as white as she was, and I wondered if that old story was true, if one twin felt pain when the other was injured.
Richard Papen from The Secret History by Donna Tartt
“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
Henry Winter (minimalism)
“Very interesting. You’re a Homeric scholar?” I might have said yes, but I had the feeling he would be glad to catch me in a mistake, and that he would be able to do it easily. “I like Homer,” I said weakly. He regarded me with chill distaste. “I love Homer.”
Edmund (Bunny) Corcoran from The Secret History by Donna Tartt
“In fact, I can’t think of much I’d like better than for him to step into the room right now, glasses fogged and smelling of damp wool, shaking the rain from his hair like an old dog and saying: ‘Dickie, my boy, what you got for a thirsty old man to drink tonight?’”
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