Hangover Square. Patrick Hamilton. New York: Random House, 1942. First American edition. Original dust jacket.
“This girl wore her attractiveness not as a girl should, simply, consciously, as a happy crown of pleasure, but rather as a murderous utensil with which she might wound indiscriminately right and left, and which she would only employ to please when it suited her purpose. They were like bad-tempered street-walkers, without walking the street.”
“Would you take him back?” She hesitated and placed her hand over her heart. She let out a deep sigh “You know I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks. I sobbed and screamed, begging for the pain to go away. I prayed so hard, so fucking hard for him to come back to me. Maybe if he reached out to me durning those days I would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat.” “But he didn’t” “One day I just grew tired of crying myself to sleep and feeling so damn exhausted in the morning. I was tired of walking around feeling nothing and everything all at once. I was sick of being broken while he was perfectly okay.” “That day I realized if he truly did care for me, truly loved me he wouldn’t have caused me that much pain and sorrow. He ran out of chances, he ran out of time, he ran out of my love.”
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Some of the most beautiful photos of the War and Peace cast, from http://www.harrycorywright.com
Eventually you’ll end up where you need to be, with who you’re meant to be with, and doing what you should be doing. Patience is the key.
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Endings are…tremendously painful as they are beautiful. Endings are the beginning of a new dawn, as they are the last scene of a story. They represent a turn, a change, something brand new - As we transform, and we move forward - as we’re all meant to do. Endings are taught to be sad - and they can be. But endings can also signify triumph over catastrophe.
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Vane & Eleanor Memory Week Day 1: Why do you ship them? I was warned about you, warned you would betray me. I’d hoped you and I shared a love to make such a thing unthinkable. I’d hoped those warnings were wrong.