Bad habits are hard to change
.dont.give.up.

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rougerothko:

Édouard Vuillard  ( 1868–1940 ) 
Garden at Vaucresson
Distemper on canvas
H. 59-1/2, W. 43-5/8 inches (151.2 x 110.8 cm)

rougerothko:

Édouard Vuillard ( 1868–1940 )
Garden at Vaucresson
Distemper on canvas
H. 59-1/2, W. 43-5/8 inches (151.2 x 110.8 cm)

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theparisreview:

Yesterday was Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s wedding anniversary. Here’s a passionate, discursive letter she wrote him in the summer of 1930, after her breakdown. “The sheets were always damp. There was Christmas in the echoes, and eternal walks. We cried when we saw the Pope. There were the luminous shadows of the Pinco and the officer’s shining boots.”
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theparisreview:

Yesterday was Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s wedding anniversary. Here’s a passionate, discursive letter she wrote him in the summer of 1930, after her breakdown. “The sheets were always damp. There was Christmas in the echoes, and eternal walks. We cried when we saw the Pope. There were the luminous shadows of the Pinco and the officer’s shining boots.”

For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.

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vintageanchorbooks:

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain." - T. S. Eliot

vintageanchorbooks:

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain."

- T. S. Eliot

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vintageanchorbooks:

Charlotte Brontë died on this day in 1855 (aged 38) at Haworth, West Riding of Yorkshire, England.
“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
― Charlotte Brontë

vintageanchorbooks:

Charlotte Brontë died on this day in 1855 (aged 38) at Haworth, West Riding of Yorkshire, England.

“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”

Charlotte Brontë

aseaofquotes:

Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark

aseaofquotes:

Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark

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back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i’ the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat

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virginiawoolfblog:

Title Page of “The Wasteland” by T.S. Eliot printed by Hogarth Press in 1923

virginiawoolfblog:

Title Page of “The Wasteland” by T.S. Eliot printed by Hogarth Press in 1923

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Basket of Pansies (detail), Vincent Van Gogh.

Basket of Pansies (detail), Vincent Van Gogh.

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