yeah

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fiona

girls being girls 🤎

something about vita sackville-west writing "how pleased i shall be to sit on your floor again" to virginia woolf is the most simple yet devastating line about intimacy and longing i have ever read

snoopy of the day

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the rhyming scheme in faust makes me feel like im reading dr. seuss but with dark religious undertones

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

Jean Paul Sartre and his cat, named Nothing

Ernest Hemingway and his polydactyl cat, Princess six-toes.

vladimir mayakovsky holding a cat

Mark Twain sitting with his cat :)

A young Sylvia Plath and her cat.

Foucault and his cat, named Insanity