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Circe, Madeline Miller

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“The meaning of the myth is this: the god himself suffers the horror which he commits.”

— Dionysus: Myth and Cult by Walter F. Otto

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— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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“You laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via funeraryfaerie)

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A day of caffeine and sweets.

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"Sometimes it feels like I didn't even exist before that. Like you invented me."

Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

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There was silence then, and I did not care about the damp pallet or how sweaty I was. His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. - The Song of Achilles

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summer strike (2022)

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it’s not “am I good enough to do it?”, it’s “do I like it enough to be bad at it?”

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“You don’t have to say anything. I know we’re different. We’re not the same.”

- Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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“don’t go where i can’t follow” is literally the most romantic thing anyone has ever said. it’s like. i’ll let you bring me anywhere—far from home, far from the places and people i love, so long as you stay with me. i’ll let you walk into danger and through hell, but i will not let you go where i can’t go with you. that is where i draw the line. 

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― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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There was silence then, and I did not care about the damp pallet or how sweaty I was. His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller 

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