I looked at him. There was so much I wanted to ask him, so much I wanted to say;
but somehow I knew there wasn’t time and even if there was, that it was all, somehow, beside the point.― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
the secret history; camilla macaulay
“all she lacks is a mother’s firm hand, but still, for my money, she’s what you call a bramble rose, as opposed to your hybrid tea.”
*seductively lays across your lap and starts crying*