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the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.

—The Waves, Virginia Woolf


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale

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07.06.2016 в 20:36

хуй
Всё-таки она удивительно писала
Обожаю "Волны"
09.06.2016 в 12:46

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
борис моисеев, да! жалко она у нас не популярная
10.06.2016 в 16:37

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
борис моисеев, да! жалко она у нас не популярная

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