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theprettiestcrier · 6 months
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the lover 1992
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theoptia · 1 year
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
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aseaofquotes · 7 months
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Marguerite Duras, The Lover
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flowerytale · 1 year
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
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Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn’t understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness.
The Lover, Marguerite Duras, 1984
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dyinginafield · 10 months
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newvision · 20 days
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— Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
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onekindredspirit · 20 days
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yorgunherakles · 2 months
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unutmaya başlıyorum seni. ürperiyorum bunca sev­giyi unuttuğumu düşündükçe.
marguerite duras - hiroshima mon amour
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beforethepoison · 10 months
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the lover - 1992
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mokkacci · 6 months
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El trío dinámico • wip ♡
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mayumimio · 11 months
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this sentence is the summary of my life
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theoptia · 10 months
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I think I'm beginning to see my life. I think I can already say, I have a vague desire to die. From now on I treat that word and my life inseparable.
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pechebeche · 5 months
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if i don't see some SERIOUSLY nasty temesia/atalanta smut in the next month everyone who's played afk journey officially hates lesbians
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swann-song · 5 months
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I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
The Lover, Marguerite Duras, 1984
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