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the goldfinch - donna tartt / lemons - nick leng / astronomical observations, the moon - donato creti / team - lorde / kiss by the window - edvard munch / night - william blake / scarborough at moonlight - walter linsley meegan / anyway - richard siken / remain - jay som

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Jardin benlliure - Jose Benlliure Gil

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"Is this your feller?”

“No, not really,” I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, “Yes, sir. I'm her feller."

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it was the one piece of his childhood he'd never been able to give up.

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Woman Reading by Candlelight (detail) by Peter Ilsted

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fool’s gold 

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I ride the subway, read the signs. I let the seasons change my mind. I love it here since I’ve stopped needing you.

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Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig, cinematography by Yorick Le Saux

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@dailytfota mission one: betrayal

he looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. as though i am nothing more than one of his petitioners. as though i am nothing at all.

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Making amends (panel 1 and 2).

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rêveurs / the circus knows of them, and appreciates them.

THE NIGHT CIRCUS, ERIN MORGENSTERN.

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Palazzo Vecchio, Florence.

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“Thank you,“ he finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

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🎃 halloween celebration 🎃   ⇸ orphan                                                   — please… don’t let me die, mommy.                                                  — i’m not your fucking mommy!

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All this time I had been trying to figure out the secrets of the universe, the secrets of my body, of my own heart. All of those answers had always been so close and yet I had always fought them without even knowing it. From the minute I’d met Dante, I had fallen in love with him. I just didn’t let myself know it, think it, feel it.

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SHE’S MY WIFE. THE RIGHTFUL HIGH QUEEN OF ELFHAME. AND MOST DEFINITELY NOT IN EXILE.

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@lit-society’s favorites — julie: the winner’s trilogy by marie rutkoski

The snow fell on her, it fell on him, but Kestrel knew that no single flake could ever touch them both. She didn’t look back when he spoke again. “You don’t, Kestrel, even though the god of lies loves you.”