to be alive at all is to have scars

twenty-something nerd trying to read too many books from too many different categories 👩🏽‍🦱🇺🇸

[music-is-endless]

“At that moment the power of reading made itself clear and real to me. If I could see the words, then nobody could control them, or what I got out of them…it was a completely private affair and completely free, and, therefore, completely subversive.”

- James, Percival Everett (2024)

[socialistexan]

French-Iranian author Marjane Satrapi, author of 'Persepolis', dies of 'sadness' at 56

French-Iranian author and illustrator Marjane Satrapi, best known for the book and film “Persopolis”, has died of "sadness", members of her

This one hurt, her work had such a profound effect on my life, thoughts, and politics.

May her memory be a blessing

[fostershyperfixator]

My local library had a days since James Patterson last published counter.

[official-library-posts]

official library post

[intothestacks]

I need non-librarians to understand that this is not a celebratory counter. It's a plea for help.

[spankerella]

Happy Lizard Fashion Day to those who celebrate.

[metamorphesque]

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[themoorishwitch]

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)

[whilereadingandwalking]

My grandparents’ bookshelves. ❤️

[lastpositivist]

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

"Already even then I had my underground world in my soul. I was fearfully afraid of being seen, of being met, of being recognised."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground, 1864

[anarchistmemedistro]

[blogbibliophilia]

[novae953]

four walls

the idiot; fyodor dostoevsky / the blind owl; sadegh hedayat / giovanni’s room; james baldwin

[un-paso-lejos]

[thelonerforlife]

“From the bottom of my heart I desired to surrender myself to the sleep of oblivion. If only oblivion were attainable, if it could last forever, if my eyes as they closed could gently transcend sleep and dissolve into non-being and I should lose consciousness of my existence for all time to come, if it were possible for my being to dissolve in one drop of ink, in one bar of music, in one ray of colored light, and then these waves and forms were to grow and grow to such infinite size that in the end they faded and disappeared—then I should have attained my desire.”

Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl

[pollen]

Edward Hirsch, from "Late March"