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[part 1]

donna tartt: red wine spilled like blood, ivory deer statues inexplicably found in the middle of the woods wrapped in vines, cigarette smoke slowly curling towards the ceiling, impossibly old books in unknown languages, abandoned buildings cloaked in urban legends, the feeling invoked when staring at beautiful art, the melancholy of a teenage girl looking out a window, bruised arms, impeccable suits, the pungent scent of rotting wood and dead flowers, a funeral caught in the rain, handwritten letters detailing heartbreak, liquored kisses softer than velvet, the way cities at three a.m. soaked in artificial light feel, a cold that seeps into the bones

mark z. danielewski: a maze with no solution, the primal panic of finding yourself lost, the things that exist in darkness, the monumental loneliness that surges through you when you look up at the stars, the silent space between words, a book consisting only of blank pages, crackling fire, old film, a box of photographs left in an empty house, a door that opens to nowhere, leaves dancing in the wind, cold autumn air, deep longing, buried secrets, typewritten madness

sylvia plath: fading scars, golden sunlight just before dusk, silky hair underwater, poems scribbled in the margins of a book, watercolor paintings, smudged ink, hearts heavy with longing, fresh flower crowns made on a soft summer day, trying to find beauty in pain, the madness of being, arcs of light casting shadows, hot lazy baths, salt carried by the breeze from the sea burning in your nose, shooting stars on clear nights, ghosts stirring quietly through a house, the moon as a lover, life through death, graveyards in the middle of the night, sand slipping through fingers

oscar wilde: classical music faintly heard, peeling paintings, expensive liquor, the satisfaction of burning letters, lazy afternoons spent in a garden, a study smelling like cologne and potpourri, a crisp buttoned shirt, unread books stacked about a bedroom, a heartbeat heard above deafening silence, soft colors glowing in the sun, a broken record player, blood on white tile, paper lanterns, city lights like liquid color when driving fast, unattainable love, the overwhelming feeling you can’t put words to when you see a beautiful girl when she thinks no one is looking, the distant growl of thunder, dried flowers in gold-plated vases