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Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s okay to rest :))

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Emma Watson © Chritian Oita | Wonderland Magazine (2014)

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September flowers

by Denny Bitte

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ESSENTIAL FALL READING REC POST

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN: Hadestown is on my speakers, my fav pumpkin beer is in my paw, my fav pumpkin bread is fragrant and warm from the oven, and the only thing that matters is the urge to curl up in a cozy burrow, light a bunch of candles and SPOOK MY OWN SELF OUT. Here are some of the books that, for me, have that chilly magical dreaminess about them: perennial fall re-reads that I would recommend to anyone.

The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson.  When it comes to the fall spooks I have no interest in gore, but i L O V E creeping, overwhelming, suffocating dread. SHIRLEY is the hands-down world-beater when it comes to that sweet spine-tingling action. Her women are dreamy, imaginative, isolated, terrifying. I love the audiobooks, too: Bernadette Dunne has an eerie, shivery voice that’s as perfect for tight-wound Eleanor and the inexorable omniscient narrator of Hill House as it is for spooky, sharp-toothed Merricat. 

The Secret History, Donna Tartt. Have I talked about this book enough yet? Have you figured out that I love it? You probably have, but just to confirm, i do. I really, really love this book. You know the whole “mystery” from about page 2, but the horror of it ebbs and flows, nightmarish and captivating. There are so many moments of loveliness and so many moments that are chilling and the whole thing feels suspended, like a spiderweb or a dream. It’s not as generous as The Goldfinch and a lot of people find Richard irksome, but who cares. I hope we’re all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke. This book is so expansive, so vivid, so – well, magical – that it transcends the usual prerequisites of an autumn read (viz., Be Creepy). Not that it doesn’t have its creep factor moments – Childermass turning Vinculus’s cards, Stephen in Lost-Hope, Lascelles at the castle of the plucked eye and heart – but they are scary mostly because you are wound so breathlessly in the spell of Clarke’s world. This book is like 900 pages long and I’ve read it, estimating without exaggeration, probably 6 times all the way through and way more than that in snippets. I LOVE THIS BOOK.

The Turn of the Screw, Henry James. The Turn of the Screw is a classic for a reason. It will take you about an afternoon to get through, and it doesn’t matter where you are during that afternoon – an office, an airport, a cozy room, a crowded metro car – there will be a moment that catches you, a trickle of ice water down the spine that you’ll remember just when you’re trying to go to sleep. In the best way.

What about you guys? What do you read when it starts to get cold? Have you read Le Fanu or Wilkie Collins? I keep meaning to but I always just read these instead.

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There’s a nip in the air and a sweater wrapped around my shoulders and I am SO PSYCHED to bring this post back. Here are some more Fall Reads, fiction and non-, for the coziest of creeps.

Deathless, Cathrynne M. Valente

Sabriel, Garth Nix

The Talented Mr. Ripley, Patricia Highsmith

The Writing Class, Jincy Willett

Dark Entries, Robert Aickman

Gaudy Night, Dorothy Sayers

The Prestige, Christopher Priest

White Is For Witching, Helen Oyeyemi

Eileen, Otessa Moshfegh

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes and Other Lessons From the Crematory, Caitlin Doughty

Magic for Beginners, Kelly Link

The Stolen Lake, Joan Aiken

Dare Me, Megan Abbott

The Raven Boys, Maggie Stiefvater

The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman

Rebecca, Daphne DuMaurier

What Was She Thinking?, Zoe Heller

Fingersmith, Sarah Waters

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

The Diviners, Libba Bray

Ghost Stories of an Antiquary, M.R. James

In Cold Blood, Truman Capote

Shadow in the North, Phillip Pullman

Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn

Dracula, Bram Stoker

Rivers of London, Ben Aaronovitch

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield

Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

The Historian, Elizabeth Kostova* (*this book actually infuriated me at the time but i do find myself re-reading parts of it because, god help me, it’s got Atmosphere, so like, caveat emptor.)

And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski

Ghosts I Have Been, Richard Peck

Enduring Love, Ian McEwan

Got more? Tell me your favorites! Feed my insatiable hunger for creepiness!!!

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This covers most of what I would say also! Just a few more:

Universal Harvester, John Darnielle

Wytches (graphic novel), Scott Snyder

Ghostland: An American History in Haunted Places by Colin Dickey

Ghost Story, Peter Straub

Echoes From the Macabre by Daphen du Maurier

The Thickety: A Path Begins by J.A. White

Conversion, Catherine Howe

The Little Stranger, Sarah Waters

Penpal, Dathan Auerbach

Anna Dressed in Blood, Kendare Blake

The Name of the Star, Maureen Johnson

The House on the Borderland, William Hope Hodgson

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HES WEARING A CORN BANDANA 🌽

I love him

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Such a great corn eatin face

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CRONCH mlem mlem mlem CRONCH

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i cant believe this video gave me an actual asmr hahahaha…. ah….. *replays*

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hey if you’re a nazi or defend them get the fuck off of my blog and block me while you’re at it

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History (Alternate Fan Version)

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Know that you can start late, look different, be uncertain and still succeed.

Misty Copeland (via psych-facts)

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how i wanna push every member of one direction onto the ground, in specific and unnerving detail

harry: i walk up to him, furiously and with purpose. he is probably in the middle of telling a long, meandering, and ultimately disappointing story to yet another person who will end up falling in love with him anyway. he’s decked out in full gucci. i put both of my hands directly on his chest and PUSH him, firmly and directly, into a very wet and very deep puddle of mud. i help him up and wipe him off with more of his gucci, which i brought from his house expressly for this purpose, then slap him softly but definitively on the cheek and walk away.

niall: he is standing with both arms raised above his head, either cheering for some sporting event or holding a beer and making a particularly enthusiastic toast. i come running at him, full tilt, from AT LEAST 50 feet away, and barrel into him in some kind of tackle-hug hybrid, right as he’s mid-laugh. he’s warm and my arms are around him and i just lie there on the floor on top of him while he laughs.

louis: he skateboards by me, probably shouting something incomprehensible at someone very far away. i trip him with a stick. he falls over. he doubles back around to scream obscenities at me. it’s honestly the greatest thing that’s ever happened.

liam: i have cajoled/bullied him into carrying me around on his back all day. he is hauling me good-naturedly through the grocery store when i spot a particularly good-looking peach. instead of asking liam to stop, i try to pull a drive-by and lean out to grab it as we pass. i lean out too far, unbalancing liam, and he, the peaches, and me all fall to the floor in a heap. the heap, collectively, smells very good and tastes very sweet.

zayn: i sock him in the face, there’s nothing else to do. he’s standing there looking like he’s in a broody gq photoshoot, even though he is actually stood in the middle of a fluorescently-lit low-end department store aisle, and i run past him and punch him square in the jaw. my hand hurts. he doesn’t even fall down, just mumbles “ow” in his bradford accent and continues to look beautiful. i am livid.

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only real 90s kids remember

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Friendly reminder that asexuals, bisexuals and trans people absolutely get to celebrate pride month just as much as anyone else. It’s LGBTQIA+, not LG. This ain’t a fuckin electronics company.

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On a building in Berlin.

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Miss Reba was really ready to come for her edges like that!

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which britney are you today?

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1, 5 & 16

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Tony Thornburg by Kenneth Lam for South China Morning Post