yk it seems like no one these days wants to wander into the moors and get dragged by the wind and rain as the ghosts from all your past lives haunt you and the love of your life suddenly intertwines with a crooked tree staring at your soul with frozen tears and you finally realize you are trapped within the delusions of your own madness and broken heart. like omg we're girls let's do smth fun
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“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
- Edgar Allan Poe
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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🎃 Halloween is just around the corner and we've got some thrilling reads for you from JSTOR Daily - where academia meets current events.
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— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan
[text ID: “This is me”, he whispers and I can feel the breath of his fist on my virgin cheekbone. / “This is me”, his voice is clearer, “do you take me as I am?” / But all I can think of is how my mother invented helplessness to raise my father up. / I refuse to build a throne on my head for another man.]
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'Moonlight Stroll'
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