lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of her beautiful mouth. Come here, you. Let’s shut the light out, shall we?— Donna Tartt, from The Secret History

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism

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lifeinpoetry: I could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of her beautiful mouth. Come here, you. Let’s shut the light out, shall we?— Donna Tartt, from The Secret History

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