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piano music has a smell to it that makes me want to devour every note. there's something in it, something sweet that fills me up and I can't let it out, and to be honest, I don't want think I want to. I want to remain drowning in it's nectar.
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Far too many times I had asked myself whether art was imitating life or if it was the other way around.
Page 9 from If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio
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“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”
Vincent van Gogh
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“She made herself stronger by fighting the wind.” —Frances Hodgson Burnett
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"Side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing,
a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.
Their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm. She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.“
~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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