White sky. Trees fading at the skyline, the mountains gone. My hands dangled from the cuffs of my jacket as if they weren’t my own. I never got used to the way the horizon there would just erase itself and leave you marooned, adrift, in an incomplete dreamscape that was like a sketch for the world you knew - the outline of a single tree standing in for a grove, lamp-posts and chimneys floating up out of context before the surrounding canvas was filled in - an amnesia-land, a kind of skewed Heaven where the old landmarks were recognizable but spaced too far apart, and disarranged, and made terrible by the emptiness around them.
Endless list of favorite characters ♡ Charles Macaulay
There was a piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.
the secret history + quotes, part two out of ?
get to know me meme: [1/5] male characters ♡ henry winter (the secret history)
“But how, how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?”
“I prefer to think of it, as redistribution of matter.”
It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one.
i’ll go anywhere you want me.
The mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from Greek to Gothic, from vulgar to divine.
It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?
