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“BLEEDING HEART”
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3) yves olade - beloved 5) Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss 8) ocean vuong - time is a mother
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Black Swan (2010)
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what about popchik?
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I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth. And while I stood blinking — it was over almost before I knew what had happened. We stood looking at each other — me breathing hard, completely stunned. “Good luck,” said Boris. “I won’t forget you.” Then he patted Popper on the head. “Bye, Popchyk. Look after him, will you?” He said to me. Later — in the cab, and afterward — I would replay that moment, and marvel that I’d waved and walked away quite so casually. Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? I knew him well enough to know that if you asked him the right way, at the right moment, he would do almost anything; and in the very act of turning away I knew he would have run after me and hopped in the car laughing if I’d asked one last time. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t — I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course, I love you.
               The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley // The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
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James McAvoy as Robbie Turner Atonement (2007)
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Daily affirmations: I’m a sick bitch and I like freak sex
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Oh, Kafka, we’re really in it now …
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Maayan Keret @ Lolita Lempicka Fall/Winter, 1994 Ready-to-Wear
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looks from marina eerrie’s “pixie hollow & purgatory” collection, paper dolls .
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