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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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im still drowning

make the decisions obvious to you, not to others

the mc is toxic, which makes me wonder if and why sorrow breeds art in a seemingly vaster pace then prosperity. Then again maybe i only expose myself to the melancholy

maybe its because sadness often needs an explanation or a direction while love often feels natural and without question

is musing then a means of preserving or an outlet to understanding

anyways, i really love this edition, the pages feel smooth

“The ageing and the cynical may make wars, but the young and the idealistic must fight them,”

To love one must pay the dept of suffering just as much, to dream of vast lands and plump fruits one must visit nightmarish fields and stroll along rotten flesh

he who is allowed to swim in the joys of books must also drown in them

ie- i feel as if this book has sucked the life out of me.

there are some acts which seem rather small but in truth grotesque like the most ghastly sight imaginable

In this instance i speak of sharing a lovers letter with foreign eyes, uninvited gazes that should burn like a unwelcome vampire!!!

“she had not yet learnt her hard lesson - she had not yet learnt that the loneliest place in this world is the no-man's land of sex.

book is making me relive buried childhood memories

Love Stephen tho, she loves body building, fencing and horse riding 🏇

we would be buds, wish she was real

*Sir Philip said: 'Are you happy, my Stephen?
And she answered: I'm dreadfully happy, Father. I'm so dreadfully happy that it makes me feel frightened, cause I mayn't always last happy - not this way."

by completely coincidence and or divine intervention my following line up of books are all written by woman.
Happy women’s history month as i start with a beautiful introduction

“i told her to write what was in her heart, that so far as any effect upon myself was concerned, I was sick to death of ambiguities, and only wished to be known for what I was and to dwell with her in the palace of truth."

did not expect daddy issues in this book

“God knows how passionately attached to him I should have been if I had not felt constantly the presence of his restraining hand.