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Strange how certain things fall into your lap right as you start to wrestle with their themes of your own accord

Hooked

I hate knowing how men think. I feel like I’m covered in some sort of viscous film

“Secrets are at times a necessary tool for peace.”

Meandering, like we’re trying to make sense of Fanny’s depression along w the narrator as he recalls moments where it was evident. A lot of “it was bad, but then it was good! Then bad again”

Sad

I actually can’t stop. You know how i say i like the early/mid-1900s cosmopolitan novel? This is the ideal. It’s perfect because she is also a young beautiful woman feeling pathetic and spent because of a Man. Which has happened to me, also a young and beautiful woman. I do hope she gets over Pete

Heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes

Eh