I'm Sorry; The Hopeless Romantic Is At It Again
"they resolved to wait and endure. they still had seven years more, and until then so much unbearable suffering and so much infinite happiness! but he was risen and he knew it, he felt it fully with the whole of his renewed being, and she--she lived just by his life alone!...he was thinking of her. he remembered how he had constantly tormented her and torn her heart; he remembered her poor, thin little face; but he was almost not even tormented by these memories: he knew by what infinite love he would now redeem all her sufferings."
-Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
i like russian literature. specifically dostoevsky. makes me sigh.
songs in me 'ead:
HIM - razorblade kiss
QOTSA - mosquito song
interPOL - NYC
z out
-Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
i like russian literature. specifically dostoevsky. makes me sigh.
songs in me 'ead:
HIM - razorblade kiss
QOTSA - mosquito song
interPOL - NYC
z out
posted by OOKKI-SAN! at 1:27 PM
4 Comments:
Epilogues are for pussies.
-b
That epilogue seriously dissapointed me. -shakey of the fist at Dost...oh fuck it too much wine to remember how to spell that name
yeah! Let's get drunk and throw cow patties at circus preformers!
-b
that's what writing 3 papers on the bastard's stuff is for:
dostoevsky
Ask zack, he knows.
-b
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