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Finished The Turn of The Screw by Henry James. Bit of a headfuck, imma go make sure my curtains are closed…
And in the darkest night,
If my memory serves me right,
I’ll never turn back time,
Forgetting you, but not the time.
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Lol, college memories :)
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Long live the Queen and all that jazz. Loving the jubilee on the telly, dead happy that I’m not actually there, freezing my ass off in the pouring rain.
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Except our room was gold, not red.
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“I guess the best way I can describe it…is like being in a hurricane. I can see it coming over the horizon and it sweeps me up; it’s exciting and dangerous and the thrill of getting hurt is over whelming. I thought some of my own darkness inside me could be expelled or shared inside it. I believed there was a force as fierce, as powerful and as dark as me that I could seek comfort in. I thought it could take me. The hurricane comes and eventually, inevitably leaves, disappearing with all the rubble and destruction left in its wake. I start to rebuild the walls, put in the doors and windows and wait. Because I know it’s going to come back and obliterate all my hard work again. And I will let it. Because feeling like you’re in the depths of a hurricane with no way out, all the risk, all the exhilaration, if only momentary, is better than feeling nothing at all. My personal favourite form of masochism”.
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