So tell me everything. Who are you seeing, ignoring, fucking? Seriously, how have you been?
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I repeat, this is Scoops Troop.
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And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky - so the space where I exist, and I want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch, 2013.
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Seriously? You, a mother? Do you think I’d make a bad one? Definitely. Yen, a child? What could you possibly want with a child? They took my choice. I want it back.
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WANDAVISION + Buzzcut Season by Lorde.
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You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything. There are plenty, younger than you or less young, who live in the expectation of extraordinary experiences: from books, from people, from journeys, from events, from what tomorrow has in store. But not you. You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.
— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler, 1979.
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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY - posing for portrait prior to the 78th Annual Golden Globe Awards on February 28, 2021.
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Well, because it can’t all be sorrow, can it?
Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff in AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON / WANDAVISION | 1.08: Previously On.
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Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unambridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1982.
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Paul Bettany and Elizabeth Olsen as Vision and Wanda Maximoff sharing a flying kiss on WANDAVSION | 1.01: Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience.
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DAISY RIDLEY as REY in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)
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Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905.
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