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Today in the Potter World, December 31.
500daysofkissingmypillow: 1926: Tom Marvolo Riddle is born to Tom Riddle Sr. and Merope Gaunt at Wool’s Orphanage in London, England. His father is not present for the event, and Merope dies shortly afterwards. Happy Birthday to the villain-most-badass.
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Today in the Potter World, December 31.
500daysofkissingmypillow: 1926: Tom Marvolo Riddle is born to Tom Riddle Sr. and Merope Gaunt at Wool’s Orphanage in London, England. His father is not present for the event, and Merope dies shortly afterwards. Happy Birthday to the villain-most-badass.
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From a Letter to Oskar Pollack
classicbookquotes: “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?…We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book...
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From a Letter to Oskar Pollack
classicbookquotes: “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?…We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book...
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via michellemacnamara)
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via michellemacnamara)
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