Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
“She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze; a girl as bewitching, and clever, as any girl who ever lived.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
—Donna Tartt, The Secret History
the snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.