Imagine having someone miss you, yearn for your presence. They think of you so fondly, find pieces of you hidden in their favourite novels, and tucked away inside the prettiest songs. To them, you are the dark and comforting embrace of a storm, the gentle caress of a dream. A friend, a lover, whomever they may be, they make you understand the word ‘love’.
The sign of high quality is the fact the book was banned by the government. Trash literature NEVER EVER had any troubles with the law.
from Virginia Woolf’s diaries, February 27th, 1926
yea sure i know the pet shops boys. there’s the swag one and the cunty one
“Bysshe looked, as he always looked, wild, intellectual, unearthly; like a spirit that had just descended from the sky; like a demon risen at that moment out of the ground.”
— Thomas Hogg on Percy Bysshe Shelley (also, coincidentally, my aesthetic goals)
god I wish someone would describe me as wild, intellectual, unearthly
I'm fine. :’(
No one loves the light like the blind man
Basically one of my favourite monologues in theatre. So sad, poor Moritz :(
idk what the general consensus is on carl barats ideal hair length but to ME every time he cuts his hair an angel loses its wings
Donna Tartt, The Secret History