Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.
Kait Rokowski
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Quite literally the opposite of Donna Tartt's "Death is the mother of beauty[...]Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."
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Just casually losing it over the fact that the quote "All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." perfectly captures the essence of The Secret History by Donna Tartt.
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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
—Kait Rokowski
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry.
All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”
Kait Rokowski
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"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
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Does anything really have a value unless we assign a value to it? It feels so empty to us humans to think that every event is actually free of essence that we give meanings and emotions to things..
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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
Kait Rokowski
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[ID: 3 quotes, each reading as follows, 1: “Nothing ever ends poetically, it ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” 2: “A disaster is a disaster; those hurt by it remain hurt, those killed remain killed, the rubble remains rubble. Talk of causes is beside the point.” 3: “Nothing but vulnerable. And all this metaphor. An ordinary hand—just lonely for something to touch that touches back.” End ID.]
Nothing ever ends poetically | Kait Rokowski | Margret Atwood | Anne Sexton
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I twist like a sunflower
At the sound of your voice
Kait Rokowski, “The Civil Guillotine,” So Much For the Mercy Kill
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Nothing ever ends poetically . It ends and we turn it into poetry . All that blood was never once beautiful . It was just red .
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