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i’m so behind on my thesis right now but fuck it we ball
realistically there is no chance i will have time to read, imma still bring a book though
ℭ𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔷 𝔎𝔞𝔣𝔨𝔞 🧺🍂🤎
(Kafka would’ve hated this cafe)
𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 ☕️ ( @cafe-camus )
I wanted to hate Bunny. He was insufferable, his racist comments, his inability to take responsibility, his casual homophobia. I did, at first, too. But then I related to him. The friends that were only your friends when they needed something from you. The way they talked down to him, as he was not the smartest, or the wealthiest, or even the most attractive. How the Greek class killed a farmer, how he blackmailed them until it got too much and they killed him. How they couldn’t live with the guilt, how everyone was at fault, even Camilla, even Francis, how the moment all of them chose to stay silent is the moment everything spiraled. How they were barely adults. How they killed him and left him to rot in the snow. How they killed him, and then went for tea. How they killed him, and lied to his parents. How they killed him, and attempted to live as if they hadn’t.
Stratford-upon-Avon, home to poet, playwright, and notable person of renown, William Shakespeare
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Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “—Every time I want to write, I want to write love stories. But as soon as I pick up the pen I’m overcome by horror.”]
when i die, i hope i wake up in a tiny cottage by the edge of the woods, where the rain pours down and the tea is always hot. oh, and i hope there is books.
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“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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what about humans doomed by the narrative? let’s talk about mental illness. let’s talk about spirals that we can’t get out of. let’s talk about hoping, willing, pleading for something to change. i was not raised religious but i have literally prayed to God to figure out what’s wrong with me. i don’t like to say that anyone is beyond saving, but sometimes i feel like i am.
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
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