scoot over mom said it's my turn to be recognized by touch alone, by smell; to be known blind, by the way my breaths came and my feet struck the earth. to be known in death, at the end of the world.
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scoot over mom said it's my turn to be recognized by touch alone, by smell; to be known blind, by the way my breaths came and my feet struck the earth. to be known in death, at the end of the world.
date idea- meeting Dionysus with Henry Winter
“Cubitum eamus?”
‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
The Secret History
- By Donna Tartt
love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?
James Baldwin ~ Giovanni's Room (1956)
“your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour—and in the oddest places!—for the lack of it.”
-James Baldwin ~ Giovanni's Room (1956)
chaotic academia is annotating gen Z humour on 100+ year old books
I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.
My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.
But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.
I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
I'm very fluent in not making sense.
everytime I speak I vow to never speak again ...every single time
#why cant I ever say things that make sense
my comfort character needs more comfort. they are in distress.
— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
— Virginia Woolf
"I did the best I could," he said. "I really did the best I could"
-James Baldwin ~ Giovanni's Room (1956)
I did not want anyone to know me.
-James Baldwin ~ Giovanni's Room (1956)
for nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom
-James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room (1956)
its not fair that it has to be this way (me being forced to carry a conversation)
richard papen was so real for being more upset at his friends not inviting him to a drug fuelled orgy than finding out they killed someone at said event