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𝜗𝜚 — i promise i'm cool, you guys.
like what am I even for
— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul
Does such a thing as 'the fatal flow' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost.
The secret history, Donna Tartt