I liked the idea of living in a city — any city, especially a strange one — liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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Lost in an inky brew and coffee stained pages ☕️📖🌿
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But how could you live, and have no story to tell?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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sources under cut. do not delete caption!!
visit new york
farrell grehan
eric murray
eli nikolay by tiago prisco, for avenue illustrated
britt reagan
isis valentino of st. beauty
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here to report that The Likeness is growing on me, and unfortunately I know that it's doing so because of its callbacks to TSH--aesthetically at least; I won't make claims as to its ideological underpinnings until I've finished (although it is, fundamentally, cop fic, which TSH is not).
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