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“"Oh," she said, and then because she wanted it, to make herself suffer, and the only way she knew how was by telling the truth, she said, "'ll miss you."

I miss you, this book strums the depths of my inner soul

as i try to put down what this book evokes in me i feel the shame of a man getting caught tying his noose

a man who never thought twice about heading a charge or fighting a duel - should be so subject to the lethargy of thought, and rendered so susceptible by it, that when it came to a question of poetry, or his own competence in it, he was as shy as a little girl behind her mother's cottage door.

Whenever i read Virginias work i feel like an aspiring architect being handed the blueprints for the Sagrada Familia. Just overwhelmed by how masterful she is with the pen. Insane writer. Astounding.

“Most men who collect art collect horrible things that other men also collect.

“Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. I cherished hope, it is true; but it vanished when I beheld my person reflected in water, or my shadow in the moonshine, even as that frail image and that inconstant shade.

I watched whiplash today and forgot my book under my seat, later as i was about to leave the theatre i was handed my own book and in that split second i felt my cells convulse at possibly having lost it

the introduction is quite long and by god are these leafs interesting

“lovely flowers in the snow”

even without context a beautiful symphony of words, i could scream

quick read before Frankenstein

“Will speaking to you scare you and make me lose you? but if I don't speak I'll be lost, and in losing myself lose you.

i read ‘the master and margarita’ a year ago and have since been waiting for this specific book edition to appear and at long last it did! hihi

‘Later I revisited that same intoxication every time I broke off all ties with some-one. I was never really myself when I wasn't running away.

My only happy memories are memories of flight and escape.

In my life i have seen many talented people and most who are do not deny it ass an existing factor. Its as if they honor it out of appreciation

“Talent” as i see it and have experienced is harmony. Moving along the waves, following the flow without a single inch of resistance.

Talent is weightlessness and struggle comes from the added strain. I believe we all have talent, some however have more burden

'I am as I am, and that's all there is to it,' he said to himself, I can hardly take a pair of scissors to myself, and cut out a different person who might be a better friend to him.

“darkness in which there was not even the pain of hope to make present distress more poignant”

entirely personal and devoid of importance to the story but i am quite jubilant at the importance of my birthday within the context of the events that took place on that day in this book

like 10 pages and 4 different povs (reference: its unusual for it to be so vast)

“As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean”

The ship the count sails in is called “Demeter” conjoining more of my interests like opposite teardrops merging halfway

Dracula is very much Hades coded now that i think about it

and Mina Harker - Persephone

no idea how the connection has never crossed my mind

You English have a saying which is close to my heart, for its spirit is that which rules our boyars: "Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest."

Denn die Todten reiten schnell' -
('For the dead travel fast.')

love this book like my bed in the morning

4 years or so later, still i feel this books phantom presence on my soul. Mostly Minas. I miss Mina.

Really curious about how il feel about this after so long,

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showed my Iranian dentist this book and it made him smile, he then said i was an interesting person and said id reach all my aspirations 🤟🤟🤟

“swept by rain that wept that night
a sudden end to life untied
then sweetest fruits passed with ache
at last we strum the strings of fate”

Pretty right
i wrote that hihi

these little black books are the best for when i loose my current reads lol

couple pretty ones -

“The drops of sorrow Heaven rains on me
Have sent me wandering over land and sea-Ah, would that they could bring me to the place That frees me from this being that is me.

That apple you in secret sent to me
Gave with its scent eternal life to me-My heart glows now like fire with happiness That from your hand this gift was sent to me.

‘†Gender is conceived of as extremely fluid in pre-modern Persian poetry, with the same epithets being used to describe both beautiful girls and beautiful boys; the physical ideal implied by descriptions of the beloved in a ghazal is androgynous-—a very boyish girl or a very girlish boy.’

saw this marvelous cover on my Pinterest and just had to get it,

fun fact: I learned from my geopolitics class that most iranian’s are persians

water damaged this book and im pretty sure an angel lost its wings
i feel like throwing up im so sad

love gothic lit, very exciting

i trust in Shirley Jackson,

the more i read this book the more i itch to write about it, i feel like a workers ant in restraint, forced in to exponentially tastier nutrients to the desires of my queen

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