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⠀⠀ ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for Harper’s Bazaar, December 2022. ⠀⠀

Comet ISON | This photo was taken by Waldemar Skorupa near Kahler Asten, Germany, on Nov. 16, 2013. It shows the Comet ISON travelling through the Leo Constellation on its way past the sun. It is thought that much of it disintegrated after perihelion (its nearest orbit around the sun) but a small fragment may have survived. 

Visual and Infrared images of Mercury | Original photography composite by NASA/JHU

County Wexford, Ireland | Original Photography by Caroline via Unsplash

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

1. Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. A classic of Young Adult Lit.
2. Forbidden Colours by Yukio Mishima. A beautiful story of friendship between a young man and his older mentor. Great for anyone who uses the word sempai unironically.
3. Dangerous Liaisons by Chloderlos de Laclos. A roguish French aristocrat unintentionally falls in love and decides to change his life. Lovers to Enemies.
4. Death in Venice by Thomas Mann. Basically, Call me by your Name for Adults.
5. Old Goriot by Honoré de Balzac. A bunch of friends living their best life in a Parisian tenancy.
6. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Love Boat but down the Congo River.
7. Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. A 19th century mock-documentary into the ups and downs of a Russian family.
8. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Marie Remarque. If you liked Little Life, you will LOVE this.
9. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Your twitter bffs band together and decide to live in a picturesque New England town.
10. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. A 14th century retelling of Heartstopper.

“I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster I’m not” - The Hunger Games

“I’m the Monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!” - Mockingjay

❝ I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. ❞ 

❝ [My most perfect idea of Heaven’s happiness] was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. ❞

“Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.“ His eyes are black with desire. “By you, I am forever undone.”

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“in this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours”