The clouds rolled themselves away into great, soft, white masses on the horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. A hush fell over the world.
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The clouds rolled themselves away into great, soft, white masses on the horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. A hush fell over the world.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
For Women Who Fear Turning 30
If the Internet works as the Internet does,
you would believe this was the year
you were destined to become ugly.
That the plates would shift,
the wind would change,
the endlessness of the world
would become a little shorter.
But, it’s primordial, almost—
the ways we reshape
what we’ve been shaping the same way
all the time.
Not everything is about what we carry forward:
your life can be about your life
and not the hypothetical one
you keep being asked
about bringing from your own.
Sometimes, the light looks different—
coordinates, stars. A fullness, a lantern
at the end of a party, the edge of a glass
in the kitchen. The garden will grow
where the garden will grow.
If you wake tomorrow tangled
in a stranger’s sheets, everything is fine.
If you haven’t bought a home, everything is fine.
If all of this seems to be moving
both forward and backward at the same time,
everything is fine.
What you have will still be there in the morning:
your name, a book, the clock, that storm.
Your car is parked just where you left it,
the moon still blue.
Everything is quiet. Nothing has changed.
in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tay’lor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that she’s secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though she’s from a neutral system that hasn’t seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years
the theories get even more egregious during the imperial era, with people straight up thinking she joined the rebellion in secret and is loading her songs with subliminal rebel propaganda. their main piece of evidence for this is if you play a certain song backwards, it sounds like she’s saying “freedom” in shyriiwook. the fans get really defensive if you point out she’s performed at the yearly empire day celebration thrice now and her family historically owned ewok slaves
i regret to inform both you beautiful people that this isn’t going to go how you think it will
spiff fans (also known as “spiffies”) insist that the two decommissioned venator-class destroyers spiff purchased, the bad blood and the reputation, are for diplomatic purposes that benefit the rebellion. jedi’lors have concocted theories that she served on both ships during the clone wars and was respectful of every clone that served there, despite her courtship of a gravball player that thrice advocated against the clone veterans being granted natural citizenship
Said with an incredibly condescending sneer: "Whimsyless."
“I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on—and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
this post was up for like five minutes and already im being told how wrong i am
fuck you, you can kiss my 30 year old ass
You know what? I needed to read this today
I'm past 40 and past caring. All those people trying to invalidate celebrating another solar revolution can go scratch. I'm happy being my age. I've never been this old before!
L.M. Montgomery, from Anne of Green Gables
Margaret Atwood, from January in “The Door”
Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
Kills me everytime that Mr Collins is described as tall in P&P. Every casting director read that and said simply "no the fuck he isn't"
Joe Wright really made a choice here
The best way to experience Star Wars is to pick a few things you like and then go into a fantasy world where you make up the rest.
“November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.”
— L.M. Montgomery, from ‘The Blue Castle’ (via theflowershop)
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
man who opened a parenthesis he forgot to close 4 years ago is tragically unaware everything he's said since has been an aside
Vladimir Nabokov, from letter to Vera Nabokov dated July 1923, featured in Letters to Vera
Margaret Atwood, from It's Autumn in "The Door"
the most devious part of the secret history by donna tartt is the obsession of the aesthetics that we get drawn into, we want to be like these people, we want to feel like we're special, that we're onto something holier than thou, but the book continuously reminds us that no there's something so sick and twisted happening here, and yet continuously we're tricked into playing along with it, to put these characters on pedestals, and this really summaries the obsession with dark academia as a whole if you think about it