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so boring and unoriginal 🥲

nothing special but a good palette cleanser

Envy would do well to remember that Miss Antonius—with her pretty smile, soft curves, and lilting laugh—was not for him, though as her words replayed in his mind, his sin ignited once again. I’d sooner make a deal with the king of demons himself.
Like hell she would.
Camilla was his until the game ended, and he was not known to share.”

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what i need now is a pallet cleanser 🙂‍↔️

im bored

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, Ido not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.

You have turned to a friend & the friend's hands are empty...
How can I give what I have not got?

luventius,
were I allowed to kiss your eyes as sweet as honey on & on, three thousand kisses would not seem too much for me, as many as ripe harvest ears of sheaves of corn would still not be too much of kissing you, for me.

"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."

as i said de writing is mediocre but i can work around that hopefully 🥲

the writing style is boring

“It’s a good thing. I have nothing left to fear, because what was bound to happen has happened. I have nothing left to fear, because the worst has happened.”

“When my husband finally joins me again, I close the book. Systematically, when my husband enters the room, I put down my book,
turn off the radio, set aside my work, switch off the television. Out of reflex, I stop what I’m doing. I make myself available.”

“Choosing such a story is part of the painful responsibility I feel toward my daughter. I want to prevent her at all costs from making the same mistakes as I did.”

“I love. But don’t think at the moment of loving you
I find myself innocent in my own eyes, or approve.



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“With my husband, I always strive to finish his sentences and find new topics of conversation. I’m haunted by the idea that he might start to find me boring.

My husband is talking to me. I’m only half-listening, but he’s talking to me, and that’s enough.I rehearse my next lines in advance to avoid silence between us at any cost. ”

“ each piece of fabric is the relic of a bygone era, each article of clothing the memory of a former me, each closet shelf a time machine”

“the closer you are to whiteness therefore the better, more beautiful you are regarded, the more suited to power you are. The simplicity of this belief is in tandem with its terrible violence. Whiteness believes that all things need an organising principle and by chance it has the answer—the principle it offers is itself.”

“ Whiteness is nihilistic, it is the distilled form of the death drive and because it has a cold separation to life, it believes it alone is able to categorise, is the one to get rid of the excess, the one to do the accounts, to formulate the systems which regulate the chaos, to decide who lives or dies—it alone can shoulder this responsibility it made up for itself, so anxiously adrift it is without a purpose”

“This is whiteness. It is everywhere, pervasive, its assumption that it needs to be there to sanitise, to give order by creating a hierarchy. Whiteness on its own is empty, it is forceful in its insistence of its peculiar quality of absence. It refuses to be described in and of itself and instead it needs some other thing to define itself against.”

“Except I’m not anything to him and nothing to myself which is why I stay, and he enjoys all of us, gets something whole out of a multitude of people and I put up with it because a bit of him is better than nothing at all”
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“I am performing all the time, performing being myself, what is myself, who is me. ”