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Janaina Medeiros

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“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”
— Joshua Graham (via thoughtkick)
As a leftist from a southern Mediterranean European society, I have to say I’ve never hated a character as much as I hate Nino Sarratore. He genuinely triggers me so much—he’s literally every single fuckboy I met back when I was involved in activism at university. He’s so, so, so real that I actually despise him more than Stefano or Michele. I need to talk about how Nino represents violence and abuse towards women in its most subtle and insidious form, contrasting with other male characters whose misogyny and violence are much more blatant and obvious. But I’ll do it when I’m calmer, because I can only talk about Sarratore without losing my cool if I keep some distance—and until the season ends, I don’t think I’ll have a clear enough head to do that.
no one has ever described girlhood like elena ferrante. the expectations. the inherent dissatisfaction, with your body, with who you are, or rather who you’re becoming. the competition. being the centre of your universe, viewing everyone pretty much exclusively in relation to yourself. learning not to. beautiful and in sparkling prose and not overly romanticised. i am so emo abt my brilliant friend rn. Elena Ferrante the woman you are.