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And now it's spring, so my ideas are always so nice, sharp, inventive, and the dreams I have are tender; everything is rose-coloured.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from "Poor People"
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L’Officiel Paris, September 1998.
Ph. Bruno Dayan
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wearing nothing but the summer bruises on my knees
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Black Swan
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Source: drunknight
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“Why life is so blank, brief and bitter I do not know — Why younger and far better than I are snatched from it with projects unfulfilled I cannot comprehend.”
Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to W S Williams, talking abouth the death of her siblings Emily, Anne and Branwell
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“Tie me up with a bow and make me feel pretty
Do whatever you want to me I don’t care much
Letting you go would be oh such a pity
But keeping you hurts more with every touch”
-from the diary of a broken hearted girl
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The Spider (1992, dir. Vasili Mass)
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How, in his house, fairy tales were neither just the sparkle of fairy lights nor blood on glass slippers. They were beautiful and dangerous all at once, the glossed candy red of a poison apple.
—Anna-Marie McLemore, Deep and Darkest Red
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