"...even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. and if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone and done it anyway." - the little friend, donna tartt
tonight with a smile, i was thinking to myself, “one day i want to be a writer.” and tonight, a little voice answered back, “but i’m sure you already are.” and i thought, “how nice that she thinks so.”
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