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And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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harry potter this or that
books or movies? philoshopher’s stone or chamber of secrets? prisoner of azkaban, goblet of fire or half-blood prince? order of the phoenix or deathly hallows? slytherin or ravenclaw? gryffindor or hufflepuff? durmstrang or beauxbatons? chaser or beater? seeker or keeper?
I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.
Jennifer Niven (All The Bright Places)
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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 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 (via kvngslayer)
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“Theodore Finch, in search of the Great Manifesto."
She gives me a sharp look, and I can see she’s present and accounted for again. "I don’t know what the means.”
“It means ‘the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation–in short, to remain a memory.’”
All the Bright Places
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I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me.
Theodore Finch, All The Bright Places
