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thinking about how grateful i am to be the first woman in my lineage to have the opportunity to go to college and receive a formal education. it is truthfully so amazing and i am blessed!!!

“his idea was still with me, because it was not a vapor sunshine could disperse, nor a sand-traced effigy storms could wash away; it was a name graven on a tablet, fated to last as long as the marble it transcribed. the craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere…”

“i care for myself. the more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained i am, the more i will respect myself… laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. if at my individual convenience i might break them, what would be their worth?”

“it does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if undiscovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like (deceptive or deluding), into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.” GET ME OUT OF HERE

education is the key to freedom if you really think about it

“the suspense became unbearable. time seemed to him to be crawling with feet of lead, while he by monstrous winds was being swept toward the jagged edge of some black cleft or precipice.”

“gradually the events of the preceding night crept with silent blood-stained feet into his brain, and reconstructed themselves there with a terrible distinctness.”

if lord henry has no haters i am dead

…”the portrait that basil hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and fear of god to us all… here was a visible symbol of the degradation of sin.”

wait why are we being sexiest and anti-semitic…

“the life that was to make his soul would mar his body.”

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED YOU PICK THE RIGHT GUY BUT THE WRONG TIME ASS PLOT

letty when i catch you…

OPIATES ROBIN????

ROBIN WHAT THE HELL

hey!!! so what the fuck!!!

“a lie was not a lie if it was never uttered; questions that were never asked did not need answers. they would both remain perfectly content to linger in the liminal, endless space between truth and denial.”

“london was near to a reckoning, for the day would come when it either devoured itself from the inside or cast outwards for new delicacies, labor, capital, and culture on which to feed.”

“we were in the mood where nothing was going to make us happy. every happiness held its own ruin inside it, like a glass we were about to smash.”

“how was it possible that men whose blood and energy could pool in such dark places, who could touch and drink and talk with such disregard and impunity, who said things that could fester in the mind for a whole life, could also make things that were so blindingly beautiful and true? did their ability to make these things stem from the same source as their ability to ruin?”

“… a woman who used to be a girl. i’m real too. have i ever thought that about myself so plainly before? it’s such a small revelation… and for the first time, i can imagine how it might feel to not be his, not to be him. to feel that maybe i could be good.”

“i see now what should have been obvious, that she was lost and looking for a way to understand it all— him, herself, what he did, and why it still means so much despite it being so seemingly small.”

“‘what could we have done? we were just girls.’

i know what she means— not that we were helpless by choice, but that the world forced us to be. who would have believed us, who would have cared?”

“so when my mother asks me to forgive her, i say, ‘of course i do’. i don’t tell her again she couldn’t have stopped it, that it wasn’t her fault and that she didnt deserve it. i swallow those words instead. maybe somewhere deep in my belly, they’ll take root and go.”

“i ignore what hangs in the air above us, my anger, my humiliation and hurt. they seem like the real monsters, all those unspeakable things.”

“somehow i sensed what was coming for me even then. really though, what girl doesn’t? it looms over you, that threat of violence. they drill the danger into your head until it starts to feel inevitable. you grow up wondering when it’s finally going to happen.”

“…it feels like observing someone else cry, a woman playing the role of me. i remember my college roommate bridget saying, after i first told her about strane, ‘your life is like a movie’. she didn’t understand the horror of watching your body star in something your mind didn’t agree to. she meant it as a compliment. isn’t that what all teenage girls want? endlessly bored, aching for an audience.”

“my brain feels split, one part in the moment, the other existing within all the things that have happened to me.”

“i don’t say it, but sometimes i feel like that’s exactly what he’s doing to me—breaking me apart, putting me back together as someone new.”

“i can’t focus on what is happening, my mind so far away it might as well belong to someone else.”