❀ maybe the happy ending is you continuing to be the soft, loving person that you are despite the way the world has tried to defeat you.
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i need sofia coppola to make a movie about her




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Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship or, The Book of Delights written in 1969
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“in March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath vol 1: 1940-1956
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aww today is richie's birthday!! ୨୧ i wish i could have met him :( especially when i think about his childhood.
he will always have a place in my little heart ♡.
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and this look!!♡ so cute ୨୧
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Dostoevsky was right, my worst sin is, in fact, destroying and betraying myself for nothing.
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“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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today i finished reading madame bovary </3 now i'll start reading white nights!! (i'll end up crying, i know)
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― Elias Canetti, Kafka's Other Trial: The Letters to Felice
[text ID: For a good part of his [Kafka's] work consists of tentative steps toward perpetually changing possibilities of future. He does not acknowledge a single future, there are many; this multiplicity of futures paralyzes him and burdens his step.]
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a reminder for the next time a man calls you hot and you think that shit's romantic:
Dostoevsky once said "She tortures me, tortures me with her love... in the past it was only that infernal body of her's that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man"
and Kafka once said "in a way, you are poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality"
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you desire love but push away affection? what are you? written by Dostoevsky?
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