Professors are always like "make sure the scope of your project is narrow so that completion is feasible" ok well what if I want to know everything
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Professors are always like "make sure the scope of your project is narrow so that completion is feasible" ok well what if I want to know everything
i do think theres something sad about how largely only the literature that's considered especially good or important is intentionally preserved. i want to read stuff that ancient people thought sucked enormous balls
whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
mirror traps by hera lindsay bird
tag via @gallusrostromegalus ~
first image transcript: #self recognition through the other (derogatory) second image transcript: there is something wrong with you / there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.
Absolutely insane lines to just drop in the middle of an academic text btw. Feeling so normal about this.
[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]
poem, “there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop,” by vinay krishnan (x). transcription in alt text
the five homoerotic love languages:
- intimate stabbing
- outright obsession
- confused pining
- "no one knows me like you do"
- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows
Sue Zhao
So I think I might be bi? But if I am it changes almost nothing about my life because I am happily and monogamously married. But if it doesn't really matter, why do I have so many feelings about it???? Anyways, I am asking you because it seems like there is a 50/50 chance of a delightful and pithy answer or a picture of a bird as an answer.
ALTERNATE CONCLUSION
How do you get so much EXPRESSION from a (line-drawn) 2D swan?!
Birdtender Tea. No no.. it’s Bi-tender Tea. Bi-BirdTeader?
It’s Just Boilt Twigs
i love dropping my pen putting my glasses on my desk and rubbing my face like an exhausted divorced academic in the 1980s who is greying and sexily tousled and has been up for hours digging through the yellowed pages of old obscure treatises about etruscan pots
can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
Sorry I haven’t messaged you back in a month, I’m oscillating between death and rebirth
having a tumblr blog is for those of us who could never manage to keep a diary for more than two weeks when we were twelve
obsessed w/him actually
me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid
sorry bro i lost focus and forgot where u begin and i end i hope nothing gay happened
fuck "girl lunch" fuck "girl math" a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.
ppl are tagging this post with things like 'ooh i want to meet a woman like this' or with specific characters which kind of misses the point i was trying to make. ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THIS. IT STANDS IN CONTRAST TO NOTHING. WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND IT.