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My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
Elixirs of Absence by Hisham Echafaki
ive never been able to take "climb him like a tree" as a sexual innuendo seriously because i picture climbing a tree in my mind and then i picture a tall man in my mind and when i put those two things together im not seeing anything sexual. im seeing like. circus tricks.
hike today to the river was so calming 🍃 🌳
La maman et la putain (1973), dir. Jean Eustache
kenaway (n.)
the longing to see how other people live their lives when they're not in public; wishing you could tune in to the raw feed of another human existence, in all its messiness and solitude — shimmying in place while brushing their teeth, squabbling over where to put the shoes, talking out their problems on solitary commutes — if only to give you something to compare your own life against, and figure out whether you're bizarrely normal or normally bizarre.
— from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
every big city needs an infinite park in its heart