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Xuebing Du
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON

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shoutout to my nature loving, spiritual, esoteric girlies who have obsessions with media like botw, princess mononoke, avatar, and lotr because they cater very specifically to our view of an Ideal World
The Swordmaker and his Meteorite Child.
the reveal that mizu is not only the ronin but also the bride is so well executed. the way she walks the line between man and woman, white and japanese, victor and victim... it's good fucking writing.
Richard Papen is so damn real not because he was on drugs, not because he was an introverted weirdo. it's because he took one look at Francis Abernathy and decided to derail his entire life.
Need everyone to know that E.V. Rieu translated Patroclus’ funeral in a way that literally tore me to pieces. As a whole I think Robert Fagles translation flows more smoothly, it’s also more recent so it appeals to my modern readership more than Rieu’s, but the funeral scene was, in my opinion, lacking the tragic ancient beauty Rieu employed in his translation.
(The way Achilles, in his dream, referred to Patroclus as his dear heart. I am in so much pain.)
Saint George Killing the Dragon (1434–1435), by Bernat Martorell
Something very darkly academic about writing first thing in the morning, a la Donna Tartt, curled up in bed with my laptop, a French press perching precariously on my grandma's wooden nightstand, where I have to reach over a stack of books taller than my mug (currently, its Robert Fagles' translation of The Iliad, Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar, and The Goldfinch) to delicately transport my mug of coffee to me without damaging my lovely books. to be messy is to have greater things to concern oneself with, Howl Pendragon is exemplary in this.
What do you mean I have to pick a major ????? What do you mean I can’t study philosophy and classics and English lit and creative writing and environmental science and biology and botany and anthropology and history and every single language ever and medieval and early modern studies???? What do you mean I must specialize in something? What do you mean I must write a single senior thesis paper?? Why can I not learn about everything and anything that captivates me?? Why can’t I have ten million degrees in every subject area that interests me?
Minerva, 1640, Artemisia Gentileschi
https://www.wikiart.org/en/artemisia-gentileschi/minerva-1640
This is so important to me
tb to when i turned a jellycat bunny…into bunny corcoran! he was a little christmas gift for my bestie ♡ so super fun & hand stitched. (yes the heart says b+h. cough)
Crying screaming throwing up I need him I need the entire Greek class as jellycats this means SO much to me
Bro İ hate being an academic they're making me write shit 😭 İ thought İ was just supposed to sit in an old chair smoke & say something french every now and then 😢
No babe you look wonderful your black great coat makes you look exactly like a cross between Jack the Ripper and a student prince
Franz Kafka, 1912
Thinking about how Henry Winter would’ve canonically let me read tarot cards for him and listened seriously and intently to everything I had to say. Just ah. Swoon.
Spent my valentines over-caffeinated, underfed, rereading The Song of Achilles, and starting De Profundis. Also dressed up nice and went to see the symphony. #whowantme
thinking about John Donne, my favorite poet, on the shores of Metahemeralism
When I said I want to relate to The Secret History, I didn’t mean Henry’s headaches and the urge to murder people. I just want a pretentious friend group that studies a foreign language