when they say "all you need is love " but all you need is henry winter
i love every character in the secret history. they're all freaks. they're all alcoholics. they're snobs. they deserve nothing but the worst. i adore them. i want to study them as if i were a mad ornithologist and they were rare, cantankerous, bastard birds.
nothing, null, hollow, hole
anarchism and god complex
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot
Henry Winter is so husband coded (I need to be institutionalized)
I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it
23 august. Something is not right. There's a soul on my windowsill.
Damnation by Clara
depraved and withered. deprived and starved. they watch as i wallow in my despair in agony. they do not deny my suffering, simply ignoring it. the hatred, the tension. it’s all become too much for my tortured soul. wretched, corrupt, wicked. dark, evil, ornery. all my souls passions received in damnation.
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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