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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Clive Bell written c. April 1908 featured in The Letters of Virginia Woolf
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There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
@paletmblr event xxviii: free choice
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nobody at this party knows I have a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs
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“Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don’t go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.”
Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood
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Van Gogh's brush strokes
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Alison Oliver as Venetia Catton SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell
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Joan Didion, from Blue Nights
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THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES — (2023)
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Louise Glück, from "Marriage"; A Village Life (2009)
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Lady Chatterley’s Lover (2022) 
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@freddycarter1: You’ve heard of ‘Hot Girl Summer’, now say hello to ‘Soft Boy Spring’. Photographed by Keir Laird for Behind the Blinds
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books (re)read in 2023: if we were villains by m. l. rio
"you can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
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Silent figures with landscapes • Woman With Full Moon • Moon Cloud • The Drowning • The Moon Only Shines For The Lonely • The Deers & The Crane • Ashes To Ashes • The Waves At The End Of Time
Hand-cut collages by øjeRum
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a playlist for what is hidden in the hills “death, which walked ever through these mountains…" —taylor brown (listen here)
(playlist is continually added to)
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mythology parent & child: aphrodite, deimos & phobos
aphrodite is the goddess of love, procreation, and pleasure. deimos & phobos are the personified spirits of fear. deimos represent terror and dread, while his brother phobos is panic, flight and rout. due to their mother being aphrodite, the twins also represent fear of loss.
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Jacob Elordi as Felix Catton Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell
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CHAPTER FIVE → THE SONG OF ACHILLES
His spear, as he began the first pass, moved faster than my eye could follow. It whirled, flashing forward, reversed, then flashed behind. The shaft seemed to flow in his hands, the dark gray point flickered like a snake’s tongue. His feet beat the ground like a dancer, never still. I could not move, watching. I almost did not breathe. His face was calm and blank, not tensed with effort. His movements were so precise I could almost see the men he fought, ten, twenty of them, advancing on all sides. He leapt, scything his spear, even as his other hand snatched the sword from its sheath. He swung out with them both, moving like liquid, like a fish through the waves.
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