studyblr of a literature student

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[shakespearesdaughters]

[cat-government]

fluffball exposed

[shakespearesdaughters]

[galina]

I always dreamed I would have a home open to happening: weekend coffee with everyone gathering in the kitchen, dinner parties which leave laughter ringing in empty rooms for days afterwards, our bed a shore and us a wave crashing down in the early hours. In the morning, I get up and see our sofa made up with an array of pilows, knowing our home is full of our friends makes my heart hurt with the bursting joy of it all

[wanderingblindly]

[strokeofserenity]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned.

[zegalba]

Painting by Odd Nerdrum

[baecffee]

study, study, study and more study.

[galina]

Hot girlies read books

[netherworldpost]

“Why should rich people pay more” because fuck ‘em

“So you are okay for paying more when you have money” I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘em’ when relevant

[pedulum-chronometry]

“I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘‘em’ when relevant” is surprisingly powerful as both a statement and philosophy

[thecornercoffeeshop]

Commonwealth Books, Boston

[theletterkilleth]

“The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.”

— Ken Liu, Translator’s Postscript to The Three Body Problem by Liu Cixin

[justafeeling-deactivated2024050]

[stuckinapril]

We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing

[the-reverii]

@the-reverii

[i-was-made-for-another-planet]

“Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ‘til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.”

March 28, 1941 - Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Friendly reminder that you don’t have to aim for a normal life.

You’re allowed to aim for a stable one. You’re allowed to aim for a fulfilling one. You’re allowed to aim for a meaningful one. You’re allowed to aim for a happy one. You’re allowed to aim for a manageable one. You’re allowed to aim for a sustainable one.

Yes, even when that means following a different road than the one most people walk. Yes, even when that means going in a wildly different direction than the one society expects and pressures you to move towards. Yes, even when it means disappointing society, other people or even yourself.

Living a normal life doesn’t have to be your goal.