This summer, I read War and Peace by Tolstoy. Come and watch me suffer.

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This summer, I read War and Peace by Tolstoy. Come and watch me suffer.
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
recently discovered something even worse: finally reading a book you bought years ago and realizing that you don't like it and knowing that if you read it around the time that you got it you would've loved it but the version of you that liked those kinds of books and would have loved to read it doesn't exist anymore
Hiiiiii! I made my first ever Youtube video: It's a summer TBR! Hope you like!
So being boring is... is genetic.
[Spoilers from The Long Game below]
“It [The Lord of the Rings] is finished, if still partly unrevised, and is, I suppose, in a condition which a reader could read, if he did not wilt at the sight of it…now I look at it, the magnitude of the disaster is apparent to me. My work has escaped from my control, and I have produced a monster: an immensely long, complex, rather bitter, and very terrifying romance, quite unfit for children (if fit for anybody); and it is not really a sequel to The Hobbit, but to The Silmarillion.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien to Sir Stanley Unwin, 24 February 1950. Reprinted in The Fall of Gondolin (via thebookwormunderground)
Has anyone ever made this joke about this movie
Hey. Stop for a second. Take this moment to appreciate that you don't have to write a paper right now. No one is asking you to write a paper. You don't have to think about the paper or plan your time around the paper. You have the freedom to think about whatever you want. Everything is going to be okay. At least you don't have to write a paper right now
Have you seen the new movie? It's on library. It's literally on the library. It's on library without ads. It's literally on your local public library. You can probably ask for it on your library. Dude it's on your library. It's in the original case too. It's on library. You can watch it at the library. You can go to your local library and watch it. Register onto your local library right now. Go to your library. Dive into your library. You can watch it. It's on there. Your library has it for you. Your library has it for you.
I dreamt I won a writing contest for writing a poem about an angel hitting my living room window and now I think I should write a poem about an angel hitting my living room window
There's an angel near the walkway to the front door laying on the concrete with twitching wings and legs curled up. On my bay window, facing the street is an imprint of its form crushed against the double-pane glass to capture a mid-flight rush to earth. I look around the house for a shoebox or something larger to keep it in and an eyedropper to give it tap water from the sink. I tell it sorry, I don't have a filter so it won't be as good as what you get in heaven if you even drink water in heaven. The poor thing is stunned, and gasps when I try to lift it off the ground. (I'm wearing gloves. It's safe.) Inside, I keep it close to the heat vent and watch as the air brushes its feathers and sends motes of clouds into my living room to land on my rug. I shoo the cats away before they can play with the loose feathers, and then I put them in the bedroom where they yowl incessantly to play with the angel in the box. Then I look on my phone for some kind of guide— how do you save an angel? An angel hit my window, what do I do? What do you give an angel to keep it alive? All the while, the angel watches me in silence, still stunned, but I get the sense that no one in heaven ever loved it enough give it tap water.
STAY CALM. IT'LL BE OKAY. YOU HAVE MY WORD.
dr mensah you move me
Grushenka and Katya. The girls are so different yet somehow they both stuck in the similar situation for a moment… just love the complexity between them. It kinda makes me wanna draw a moment where they’re each stuck in their own mess but still glancing back at one another.
见过最传神的娜和卡嘉姐我晕倒在姐的怀里
XX, written by Rian Hughes
I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt. Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?
LET’S HAVE A CONCLAVE
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“I want to go home.”