it’s like you’re being ratatouilled but the rat is your shame
new game plan called shield yourself at all times and never let anyone in . this will have no repercussions
Why do you make me cry?
“the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation” - Donna Tartt
Some very messy sketchbook pages of Boris and Theo
"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."
– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
-Franz Kafka
[S]ometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch
Forest Nymph 1870
Paul Hermann Wagner
if you close the door, the night could last forever