I was so used to thinking and imagining everything from books, and to picturing everything in the world to myself as I had devised it beforehand in my dreams, that at first I didn’t even understand this strange circumstance. What occurred was this: Liza, whom I had insulted and crushed, understood far more than I imagined. She understood from it all what a woman, if she loves sincerely, always understands before anything else—namely, that I myself was unhappy.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground (translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky)

miraguey:

Messing with Taylor Swift is pointless. Her exes do her wrong but she gets them back with her lyrics. A critic spoke very harshly of her and she wrote a song about it called “Mean” and won 3 Grammys. Like I mean I don’t even know why you all bother at this point like, give up, it’s her, she wins, you lose. Hahahahahahaha o shit hahaha yo. I’m a bad bitch, I’m a I’m a bad bitch [x4] Hahahahahaha

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aurelle:

“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” - Anna Funder

aurelle:

“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” - Anna Funder