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[Anonymous No.11022795]

ITT only passages that make you make this face, pic related

I'll start

>Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Feel free to post book covers or pertinent comfy artwork to accompany it.

[Anonymous No.11023225]

>>11022795
>Zoo wee, mama!

[Anonymous No.11024228]

bump

[Anonymous No.11024237]

>I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.

>I am in here.

[Anonymous No.11024243]

>>11022795
No language is neutral;
the green oak of English is a murmurous cathedral
where some took umbrage, some peace, but every shade, all,
helped widen its shadow.

(Derek Walcott)

[Anonymous No.11024245]

>>11022795
“There was nothing the matter with me that was not also the matter with everyone else. I was not as interesting as I thought I was. My major problem, inadequate or inappropriate love from my parents, was as common as dirt.
And one rainy day, all the boring poignancy of these realizations detonated in me like an atom bomb, burning the dead shadow of each former torment or preoccupation onto solid rock. Those silhouettes, that record would remain: the museum where I used to be.
All right, I thought, I’ve had enough. Some other way from now on, but not like that, not anymore.”