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Richard Papen

“I suppose at one time in my life I might had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.”

“and then what?” / “and then we escape to Paris”

happy birthday, my Parisian girl, @asteriea <3

I miss Paris. 😥

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Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband Leonard :

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Paris, France (Alivia Latimer)

“Our imagination flies –we are its shadow on the earth.”

-Vladimir Nabokov

tired eyes and ink stained hands trail across the pages, as the rain-swept buildings nestle underneath the gloomy skies, and the poems of beaudelaire pour from my heart.

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