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- a little life by hanya yanagihara

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Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]

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Worm Moon

by Mary Oliver

I. In March the earth remembers its own name. Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. The rivers begin to sing. In the sky the winter stars are sliding away; new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. And the name of every place is joyful. II. The season of curiosity is everlasting and the hour for adventure never ends, but tonight even the men who walked upon the moon are lying content by open windows where the winds are sweeping over the fields, over water, over the naked earth, into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities III. because it is spring; because once more the moon and the earth are eloping - a love match that will bring forth fantastic children who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run    over the surface of earth; who will believe, for years, that everything is possible. IV. Born of clay, how shall a man be holy; born of water, how shall a man visit the stars; born of the seasons, how shall a man live forever? V. Soon the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft, will enter his life from the tiny egg. On his delicate legs he will run through the valleys of moss down to the leaf mold by the streams, where lately white snow lay upon the earth like a deep and lustrous blanket of moon-fire, VI. and probably everything is possible.

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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

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top of my bookshelf <3

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Toppings Book Store - Edinburgh

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I could tame you,

break you.

Not a chance.

I will spread my wings

and smother you with a

million tiny feathers.

I'll light

your feathers on fire

and watch them turn to ash.

I will sweep the ashes

into my hands

and sprinkle them in the ocean.

I’ll build a raft

and sail towards

the distant horizon.

I will summon the winds

and overtake your raft

with giant waves.

I'll sink

to the ocean floor.

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"Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive - because we are so stupid about each other."

- Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

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Read before you think.

ig credit: bookishcoffeelover.

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“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago."

Persuasion, Jane Austen

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In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

— Donna Tartt

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donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic

us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people 

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The Secret History by Donna Tartt

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

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“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”

― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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- a little life by hanya yanagihara

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Witches - Scottish Folklore and Tales