#eloise rambles

[bill2424]

Great news!!!!

I have completed the next chapter to 7 Day Camp Stay, and my Donnie clip video!!!!

LORD willing, I will try to post the next chapter tomorrow and the video on Thursday!

The LORD bless you!!!!

Also, if anyone has came up with a name for my TMNT literation yet....

Help. Plz.

I beg of you.

Joshua 1:9

✝️🩷🥺😜

[lovelyisthedawn]

i’ve been thinking about how evermore has this theme of words that are going unsaid. things written that will go unsent; things sung that will never be heard. things like that. and there are callbacks in between songs too. so ‘tis the damn season sounds like a practice phone call—cowboy like me calls back to this with the line “now i’m waiting by the phone / like i’m in an airport bar”—but of course when the actual call is made most of that will go unsaid. dorothea reads like an unsent letter, complete with direct address. in evermore, she sings about “letters addressed to the fire,” or letters written and then burned, never to be read. in closure, a letter is received but spurned; a song is sung about how the narrator’s reply is basically that there will be no reply. still, this will go unsaid. the sender of the letter whom the singer of closure is addressing will never know of her sentiment that she doesn’t need the closure, because she isn’t sending any closure back to him. this echoes throughout the album, this lack of closure due to leaving things unsaid. in tolerate it, the narrator sings in the bridge that she could leave, she could end the relationship, “believe me, i could do it.” but in the end she returns to that same “i sit and watch you” line—she doesn’t express her concerns (if it’s all in my head tell me now) and she doesn’t leave what she suspects to be an unhealthy relationship. she says nothing. marjorie: a love letter to memory, basically. maybe the only letter sent, but it, too, will go unread. champagne problems: an undelivered monologue reasoning why she said no. the addressee of that monologue will never receive it, either. the whole album is tinged with regret, often for how things went, but also often for not being able to reach out. here are all these collected words unsaid. letters addressed to the fire. an album in autumn colors—or the colors of dying flames.

[subwaygirl]

do you ever think about how hard it is for us to wrap our minds around existing in other people’s heads? that they think about us and talk about us while we are not there? that they mention us in passing and smile at the thought of something we might have said? as babies we develop object permanence but somehow we never quite learn to apply it to ourselves. we think of our being as a temporary thing, linked only to our present. but we leave behind memories everywhere we go. we are existing in a thousand places at once and none of them are real, except all of them are. and it is so hard to think about that.

[weenie--wobble]

Um,,,,,.... "white privilege" is fake cuz.... I'm white an ... I bought a lipstick that looks bad on my WHITE skin.... privilege WHERE?? ....just sayin.... 🐸☕️

[lovelyisthedawn]

thinking about. a first person perspective novel where the narrator is aware that someone is reading but somehow rarely refers to it. breaks the fourth wall but only casually. and how that can be used for, instead of dramatic reveals about other characters, the narrator having known things all along and just. not told the reader! oops! you didn’t know that major thing that was plot important? my bad! so instead of being like. hmm what is fishy about the character that will be revealed to be a villain or a secret vampire or something the narrator is like. oh yeah! and i’m a vampire! i feel like i told you that did i tell you that yet? sorry if i didn’t i’m a mess. i feel like this is an idea that has been underutilized because it seems to have been relegated only to children’s books. and it’s got so much comedic and narrative potential!

[subwaygirl]

do you ever think about how everything is happening at once? you read the news and you think: these things are happening now, these things are happening as i think this. you read books and you think: people are writing right now. they are writing stories all at once and while i am thinking about them. do you ever think about the potential of a moment? it is less unison and more concurrency. how can we wrap our minds around the past or the future when we have not yet even grasped the now? don’t you ever think about how many things can possibly happen at once? because they are happening now. they are happening now. they are happening today.

[subwaygirl]

just realized that in tsoa, achilles refuses to fight hector because hector had never done anything to harm him. he only goes to fight when hector kills patroclus, which is the worst possible scenario for what hector could possibly have done to motivate achilles to come and fight him. possibly the only scenario in which achilles, who didn’t want to fight at all, ended up murdering him and then dragging his body through the streets. achilles, who didn’t want to fight. that’s what it had to take.

[subwaygirl]

do you ever feel like aftg is something you never expected to like, because it sounds ridiculous—i mean, a romance/drama about the mafia and a made-up sport? in what world does that fit in with the books i like to read? but then you read it and it’s this masterpiece full of characters that have depth?? and they love each other and there’s found family and suddenly you’re in love with these books you never wanted to read in the first place?? is that a universal experience?