Screw it
I always forget that this is my diary
So I'm gonna spam you again
I always forget that this is my diary
So I'm gonna spam you again
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Anyway, here are my favourite quotes from "the life of a stupid man" (my all-time favourite book)
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What I saw shining there was neither anger nor sorrow.
It was the cold flash of contempt - contempt for me.
It was the cold flash of contempt - contempt for me.
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Forwarded from 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴡᴀs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ.
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ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ.
ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ - ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.
ɴᴏ-
ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ.
ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ - ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.
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That face of hers, for some reason, was always ashen and lifeless.
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I often feel as if there is a fortyish woman somewhere - a phantom - watching over my life.
Might it be the work of some supernatural power giving occasional glimpses of itself to the real world?
Might it be the work of some supernatural power giving occasional glimpses of itself to the real world?
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The sun threatened to set before long, but he went on threading book spines with undiminished intensity. Lined up before him was not so much an array of books as the fin de siècle itself. Nietzsche, Verlaine, the Goncourt brothers, Dostoevsky, Hauptmann, Flaubert.
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He often wondered if people who loved each other had to cause each other pain.
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This passion for pictures gave him a whole new way of looking at the world. He began to pay constant attention to the curve of a branch or the swell of a woman's cheek.
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