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How arrogant we are, Adam thought, to deliver babies who can’t walk or talk or feed themselves. How sure we are that nothing will destroy them before they can take care of themselves. How fragile they were, how easily abandoned and neglected and beaten and hated. Prey animals were born afraid.

modern goddesses : girl gang (remake of this)

“Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.” 

Angular and elegant, he was precariously thin, with nervous hands and a shrewd albino face and a short, fiery mop of the reddest hair I had ever seen. I thought (erroneously) that he dressed like Alfred Douglas, or the Comte de Montesquiou: beautiful starchy shirts with French cuffs; magnificent neckties; a black greatcoat that billowed behind him as he walked and made him look like a cross between a student prince and Jack the Ripper. Once, to my delight, I even saw him wearing pince-nez. Francis Abernathy was his name.

today, blue thought, is the day i stop listening to the future and start living it instead.

they hadn’t even left ketterdam, and wylan already seemed completely out of his depth. he wasn’t much younger than kaz, but somehow he looked like a child - smooth-skinned, wide-eyed, like a silk-eared puppy in a room full of fighting dogs

02.09.2017

books read in 2018: The Secret History by Donna Tartt