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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.

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@onlyslys
fix the past
build the future
approaching the end of a book that tears you apart at 2am with the world outside still, as if you’re the only one alive, just for a while - is a special kind of anguish. it’s bitter at first. why did i pick this up? why did i get sucked into this?
i feel as if i lived through these events myself. “you know how he was. if we felt everything twice, he felt it four times.”
i feel heavy. a bit melancholic, leaving this world behind by turning the last page. needing it to continue, to stay here for a while longer.
the loneliness banished by thoughts racing. if that last page is the silence before the applause, then that last sentence is the curtain call.
turning this into a diary-like post of all the books that chewed me up and spit me out at ungodly hours. why not.
andrew… what the fuck. few books had me stare at the ceiling, even going back to check if i missed some pages at the end. but no, that’s all we get.
seeing yourself in characters in media, when they are the most tortured souls to ever wander this earth stings ngl. but i cannot hate the author for the portrayal of grief, when losing someone means losing a part of yourself. it just feels so real. the anxiety, when you’re unsure if what you’re feeling is normal or even allowed. the confusion, when life reminds you that living in your own head only gets you so far and you get pulled back into reality with such violence.
i can’t even give thoughts to the ending at the moment because i feel for this boy so infinitely much.
Another book to the list. It's been over 24 hours since I finished 'In Memoriam' by Alice Winn. I somewhat knew what I'm getting myself into. A ww1 setting, first time for me but how bad can it be? The main characters being 2 young men, not so secretely in love with each other, yet both not ready to risk bringing their relationship crashing down upon them by being open with their hearts. We've also heard that before, fine.
Oh boy. I don't know what sucked me in more by page 60. Was it Ellwood, with his romanticist attitude for life, always quoting poetry to say what was left unsaid in between breaths? As if to say what we have is too perfect to be real life, it must come from story.
Was it Gaunt, who, while so different from me, I could empathize with? Being a gay man in 1914 or in 2026, me and him both needing to be mindful of our surroundings. Once a line is crossed, can you go back to familiarity or will you be dragged away by the waves of consequence, struggling to find your footing in this new reality you just created?
Waiting in the trenches with strange men for the bombs to stop, as the German soldiers did on the other side of the battle field, a mute observer, like a ghost. I can't help but bond with them, too. I will miss the bickering, the smartass responses, the quiet moments, as one of our comrade's breath ceases but I am the only one who has time to grief, for they have to push on.
And then, as we know, the war ends. But that's not true. The gunfire and dropping of bombs might've stopped but what we are left with is a new war to be endured. From rebuilding cities, entire countries, to families welcoming back their sons, who are only their sons in flesh. This book takes its time showing us the impact of war and that's when I actually started holding my breath. When a pitiful smile pushes a veteran over the edge. When a well-meant i'm sorry ends in smashed glass and a weeping mother. When they try to physically move as far away as possible from the ugliness staining everything.
I like to think Elly got better and Gaunt was able to reconcile his needs and wants and I will definitely be reading more Winn in the future.
me after sleeping ljke shit for the 10,497th day in a row: this is good actually because now i'll be really tired when i go to bed tonight
don’t come near me. you’re just trying to domesticate me and it won’t work
Oh well. Guess I'll have to eat these pills wrapped in cheese all by my self.
hold on…
did you say 🧀cheese?
Holding Hands Persepolis (Iran), c. 500 BC
The spell master: God damn it, where on earth is my magic crystal ball????
The suspiciously hungry and round bug:
Carnivorous plants doin this is so funny to me
They don't wanna eat their pollinators :(
firewatch ✤ late afternoon
i luv when the wind gets curious & starts flipping thru pages
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old