"If you like Pink Floyd, fuck me"

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‘You want to know about my mother, I will tell you about her, the truth, not lies.’ Then she was silent for so long that I said gently, ‘I know that after your father died, she was very lonely and unhappy.’

‘And very poor,’she said. ‘Don’t forget that. For five years. Isn’t it quick to say. And isn’t it long to live. And lonely. She was so lonely that she grew away from other people. That happens. It happened to me too but it was easier for me because I hardly remembered anything else. For her it was strange and frightening. And then she was so lovely, I used to think that every time she looked in the glass she must have hoped and pretended. I pretended too. Different things of course. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We were alone in the most beautiful place in the world, it is not possible that there can be anywhere else so beautiful as Coulibri. The sea was not far off but we never heard it, we always heard the river. Not the sea. It was an old-time house and once there was an avenue of royal palms but a lot of them had fallen and others had been cut down and the ones that were left looked lost. Lost trees…’

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– Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via hauntingcontradiction)

"Tears - nothing! Words - less than nothing. As for the happiness I gave her, that was worse than nothing. I did not love her. I was thirsty for her, but that is not love."
– Wide Sargasso Sea - Rochester (via justgetdancyy)

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“If I could die. Now, when I am happy. Would you do that? You wouldn’t have to kill me. Say die and I will die. You don’t believe me? Then try, try, say die and watch me die.”

“Die then! Die!” I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not?

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– “Wide Sargasso Sea” - Jean Rhys (via dirtywedding)

"Then Edmond and I would slip away up to the tiny bedroom at the top of the house or the big storage closet under the eaves or the lambing barn or one of about a thousand places we’d found where we could try and try and try to get enough of each other but it was like some witch’s cure where the more we tried to stop being hungry the more starving we got."
– How I Live Now, Meg Rosoff (via soullesss)

"She frowned at him. ‘You are in love with solitude.’
‘Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?’"
– The Bride’s Farewell, Meg Rosoff (via mydoiliesaredead)

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I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.

There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?

I know you are unable to imagine this.

Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.

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– What I Was (via some-atoms)