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I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via quotespile)

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I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via quotespile)

the girls : emma c.line // falling : har.ry sty.les // the gold.finch : don.na t.artt // the hand.maid’s tale : ma.rgaret at.wood // a letter to a.naïs n.in : h.enry m.iller // f.rançois de la roche.foucauld

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April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn’t talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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I suffer because of myself. It is my own soul all the time that is bothering me.

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953 (via babysnuff)

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when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”

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and fall out boy said “nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy”

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this kid that sits next to me in math class said to me today, “you’re my favorite person at this table because u don’t talk to anyone and u just sit there” and I said “ I don’t know how to respond to that” and he replied with “that’s because u don’t talk”

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Emma Cline, The Girls

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what if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted — ? what if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster ?

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