“I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.”
— Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis
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“What did burning flowers smell like? Something terrible, something holy?”
— Vandana Khanna, from Blue Madonna in “Train To Agra”
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Anonymous asked:
how tall are you?
5’10/5’11 😅