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im reading the secret history and as i read it my brain just continuously goes “hOLY FUCK”
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📚 Author Themed Asks 📚
Because I love books and I CANNOT find an ask-prompt that satisfies my literary sensibilities AND my insatiable desire to troll. (Feel free to reblog).
F. Scott Fitzgerald: How would you describe your ‘ideal’ brunch attire?
J.K. Rowling: What is your Hogwarts house?
Donna Tartt: Which of the seven deadly sins are you most guilty of?
Sylvia Plath: What is your favorite artistic medium?
Dostoevsky: Do you sleep feverishly or perhaps not at all?
George R.R. Martin: Would you rather marry for wealth/power or murder for it?
J.R. Tolkien: What is your favorite magical creature?
Jane Austen: What social faux-pas annoys you the most?
Leo Tolstoy: Do you feel honor-bound to betray aspects of your formally bleak and morally corrupt life?
Hans Christian Anderson: What is your favorite fairytale?
Lord Byron: Are you narcissistic?
JD Salinger: What is/was your worst subject in school?
Stephen King: What kind of curse would most effectively punish you for disrespecting the sanctity of some Native American burial grounds?
Oscar Wilde: Would you sweep your rival a magnificently lethal leg at the top of a long flight of stairs?
Charles Dickens: How do you really feel about children?
Edith Wharton: Do you love someone with every fiber of your being but respect them too much to touch them?
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“I think you are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when you don’t know how to be. If that makes any sense?”
— Kathleen Glasgow
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i love saying ‘im obsessed with him’. do i wanna fuck him? be him? study him like a bug? ur guess is as good as mine :)
I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care. When happy, inanimate nature had the power of bestowing on me the most delightful sensations. A serene sky and verdant fields filled me with ecstasy. The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud. I was undisturbed by thoughts which during the preceding year had pressed upon me, notwithstanding my endeavours to throw them off, with an invincible burden.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Harmony was the soul of our companionship, and the diversity and contrast that subsisted in our characters drew us nearer together. Elizabeth was of a calmer and more concentrated disposition; but, with all my ardour, I was capable of a more intense application and was more deeply smitten with the thirst for knowledge. She busied herself with following the aerial creations of the poets; and in the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our Swiss home—the sublime shapes of the mountains, the changes of the seasons, tempest and calm, the silence of winter, and the life and turbulence of our Alpine summers—she found ample scope for admiration and delight. While my companion contemplated with a serious and satisfied spirit the magnificent appearances of things, I delighted in investigating their causes.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.
— Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
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“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”
— Unknown (via quotefeeling)
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Fall in love with taking care of yourself. Fall in love with the path of deep healing. Fall in love with becoming the best version of yourself but with patience, with compassion, and respect to your own journey.
Sylvester McNutt (via quotefeeling)
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Portland Japanese Garden.
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“That’s how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don’t have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.”
— Sara Zarr (via quotemadness)
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Not love at first sight,
But a familiarity.
Almost like your heart says
“Ah, there you are…
I’ve been waiting for you”
Almost like your brain says
“Ah, there you are…
I’ve known you my whole life”
Almost like your soul says
“Ah, there you are…
I’m glad I found you again”
No, it wasn’t love at first sight,
But it was a familiarity I’ve never felt before.
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The fact that I'm silent doesn't mean I have nothing to say.
— Jonathan Carroll
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“I hope I haven’t already driven past my greatest moments. I hope there is something beautiful on the horizon that’s just as impatient as I am. Something so eager, It wants to meet me halfway.”
— Rudy Francisco, Helium
I like the night. Bodies, minds and souls are in a state of drowsiness as a result of a long and tiring day, that when the time comes when the moon takes its place high to illuminate us with its ghostly light it offers us another identity. The silver sparkle hugs us as our hearts open, making it easier to speak. Giving way to the surface to what we feel. Tears cloud our sight. We cry out of sadness, fear or happiness to the dark sky, which makes us feel safe when the rest of the world is deep in sleep. We listen to the melody of that song that brings us the memory of an unrequited love, allowing a sweet tear to run down our cheek without having to feel guilty or observed more than by the lovely moon that keeps us company. The night opens a different portal for each of us. It takes us to another state. A purer, more real than the one we let the rest see.
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Source: hatin
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We’re all cottagecore by day, dark academia by night.
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Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.
— C.S. Lewis
For many nights, for many days my heart was plunged into a deep sleep. It was those words, those eyes, those lips that woke him up. It was they who left me here. I am trapped. Because you are no longer here. You pulled me out of the abyss and left me here, stranded in sadness and doubt. I want my heart to go back to sleep. I want him to be one again.
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If I were a fairy, I would wear a white rose as a dress, I find it exceptionally elegant and delicate, and I would use baby’s breath on my hair.
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I love this! I can't believe I never thought of it.