time yet for a hundred indecisions

And no reason to talk about the books I read but still I do. Book hoarder, stray-thought collector, page sniffer, tsundoku expert, lover of the arts.

[deadpoetsmusings]

Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of My Non-Existence

[lakevida]

trying to communicate ideas through language and it doesnt suffice so you turn to the abstract image and then people want to be talking to you about the images NO!!!!!! ! ! ! ! ! !

[lakevida]

precisely

[deadpoetsmusings]

So in love with this book that I find that I have no proper words with which to talk about it. My heart is full.

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Mitya dropped ‘I can see the sun, and if I can’t see the sun, I know there is the sun. And knowing there is the sun is already living’ and something shifted

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neighbourhood watch

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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

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bookshop picks

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[andrew-garfielld]

If your world is to survive, I must light the way. Because I am the Shield of the People. I am Rhaenyra the Chosen. I am the Prince That Was Promised.

Emma D'Arcy as Rhaenyra Targaryen HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S03E08 | "The Treasons at Tumbleton"

[cages-boxes-hunters-foxes]

every conversation on here increasingly feeling like this tweet

[deadpoetsmusings]

It’s been a /while/ since I read proper fantasy so this is going slow 🐌

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Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

[deadpoetsmusings]

This year has been so happening and so full I’ve barely had any time to catch up with it. Maybe that’s called living? I have yet to find out

[deadpoetsmusings]

To consider yourself lucky, even in situations which almost anybody else would consider extremely difficult and unfair. To think, reflexively, of whoever suffers. To forgive anyone who has wounded you, no matter how badly, especially if there is any sign whatsoever that a person has, in wounding you, also wounded themselves. To make no hierarchical distinction between people. To tell any story just as it happened, only exaggerating for humour, but never lying, and never trying to give yourself the flattering role.

From ‘Debts and Lessons’ in Intimations by Zadie Smith

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once again trying to take a good shelf photo (and failing)

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Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved

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Better days (book stack in first photo is a gift from my friend, the wonderful @rae-laxing)