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howifeltabouthim · 22 days
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Jane wanted to hurt him, kill him. It was a clearer urge than her desire.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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They fell out of love because they were never in love.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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It was funny, Jane thought, she had already died a few times. It was funny, to keep dying.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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She wanted to tell him she loved him. She wanted to beg him. If only he knew how he could save her. There could be one less dead girl. He wouldn't have to do so much. He would have to pretend he loved her, yes, but he could fly off everywhere he wanted.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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“I felt such desire for him, such murderous and vengeful desire, that I was trembling.”
— Susanna Moore, from In the Cut (via howifeltabouthim)
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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Jane wanted to hurt him, kill him. It was a clearer urge than her desire.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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The whole way she had lived up until last night seemed like the life of someone who didn't realize she would one day grow old and die.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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Flashes of their sex flitted through her brain like subliminal advertisements. One scene, in particular.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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After he'd dressed he came back to the bed and kissed her deeply. Don't get up, he said. Stay. He said this as though it were her dream, to lie there in a down grave while he went out into the world.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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Let me tell you a story. It goes like this: my father is the worst man alive, and i am his favourite daughter
— on fathers, mirrors, and unwanted inheritances.
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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She thought of the last woman he had fucked . . . and the next woman he would fuck, who would be more beautiful than her.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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That hurt her feelings more than she could have imagined.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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She led him into her bedroom. They stood side by side and regarded it. Their shoulders were not touching, but both shoulders wanted to. Jane felt a unity she had never known. It wasn't love, but it was close enough.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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He could fuck anyone, though. He could go outside and tap a lady on the shoulder, any age, married, whatever. Women would find the nearest car hood.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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It was easier to tell people that something was for money rather than love. You could move across the country for a low-paying internship. You could not do the same for a man who didn't expressly send for you.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems
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howifeltabouthim · 23 days
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She was always thinking of a time, five to ten years in the future.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
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