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“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”
— Peter S. Beagle, from The Last Unicorn
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
— Ferdinand de Saussure
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999
that some people respond to any well-foreshadowed reveal with “ugh that plot twist was so predictable” proves bad faith criticism has rotted their brains to the point they think it’s bad writing if they can correctly identify information the writers were intentionally giving them
The Agonist, Shastra Deo
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— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)
i have too much joie de vivre for this
i’m so serious when i say excessive fear of being annoying/creepy/taking up people’s energy etc holds us back. it seems like it’s just little things but they add up. over the past month i’ve ordered food and drinks almost exclusively by asking “do you have a favorite?” and i know if i said that on twitter or wherever ppl would dogpile me for demanding emotional labor of servers or w/e but every single person i’ve asked has seemed genuinely psyched to answer! i don’t ask if it’s busy obvi, and use a phrasing that gives them the easy out of “i don’t have one”— but no one has taken it! the girl at the cafe confessed to me with something like conspiracy in her voice how everybody raves about the gluten free chocolate chip cookies and sure, they’re great, but the delicious, fluffy homemade waffles are RIGHT THERE. the barbera the bartender recommended was actually kind of awful but it broke the ice and we ended up talking for like 45 minutes. the bodega guy declared that he usually makes himself a burger but tonight was “a breakfast sandwich night” and tbh he was totally right. it WAS a breakfast sandwich night
thank you tumblr user @saw5. tumblr user saw 5 gets it
"but there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. you begin to ask everyone, "how small would you like me?""
Baking bread and buying flowers and drinking tea while watching the sun set in the woods
i was made to read books, live by the ocean, walk beneath the trees, and be madly in love.
I really miss my room miss my house miss my neighbourhood my life wasn't great but it was simple
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″