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— Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
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Rihanna at Coachella
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202st t-shirt dress
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“Farewell, my beautiful angel. I kiss the tips of your wings.”
— Alexander Pushkin in a letter to Natalya Goncharova, 1830
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Who gives a fuck…scroll…trite and cliché…scroll…interesting because posted by a beloved mutual…scroll…truly unhinged and misinformed…scroll…beneath me…scroll…disrupts how I understand the world…scroll…
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Rihanna in Los Angeles last night.
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Diane Seuss, “[Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me]”
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painting hanging at my grandma's staircase
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Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma (Pier Paolo Pasolini,1975)
Ida (Pawel Pawlikowski,2013)
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'disturbed and hunted by God'
Iris Murdoch, from 'The Bell'
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“Vanish.
Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.
Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes.
Go back into the blue.
I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.
The fear is not for what is lost.
What is lost is already in the wall.
What is lost is already behind the locked doors.
The fear is for what is still to be lost.
You may see nothing still to be lost.
Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.”
― Joan Didion, Blue Nights
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